Chapter 330

Victoria didn't let go of McNeil's hand until they reached the front gate. "The show's over. I can walk by myself."

McNeil stood outside in the wind, holding Gwyneth in his arms, his face growing colder by the second.

Once they got in the car, Victoria and Gwyneth sat together in the backseat.

Through the rearview mirror, McNeil glanced at Victoria, but she turned her face away, staring out the window. In truth, there was nothing to see-just darkness pressing up against the glass.

When they arrived home, Victoria got out with Gwyneth without waiting for anyone to open the door.

McNeil followed them inside. As soon as they stepped into the living room, his phone began to ring. The caller ID said Violet.

Victoria's steps faltered just a moment; she seemed to know who it was, but she didn't turn around. Instead, she went straight upstairs.

McNeil shoved his phone back into his pocket without answering.

Gwyneth looked up at him. "Daddy, who was that? Was it Violet?"

She hadn't eaten enough at Grandma's house, and if Violet was calling, maybe it meant they could go out and get something tasty.

out to Xenia, the housekeeper. "Could you make something for my wife and daughter? And for

down at Gwyneth. "No, it wasn't her. When Xenia

touch her food at Madonna's house, and he himself hadn't

up. At the bar, Isaac knocked back a few drinks and eyed

Is he really busy, or just dodging your call? Marcus, why don't

he's at home

over at Curtis.

Marcus an indifferent look. "If you're not

of you are calling, then I'll do it. Maybe he'll bring his wife out for us

instantly, but Isaac didn't care if she was happy or not; he

his phone and dialed McNeil. Everyone pretended to keep drinking, but their ears might as well have been perked

you?

Isaac's

even paler as she

with you?"

course it's just Marcus and Curtis. Who else would it

his voice was deliberately

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