The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 339

Chapter 339

McNeil watched Victoria, noting the way she leaned in, focused and intent-so at ease with Paul, so utterly normal. But for some reason, every time he looked at them together, a violent urge flickered inside him.

He fished a cigarette from his pocket, but, unable to light it in the office, just let it hang between his lips.

He could have gone to the smoking area. But Paul was still there, with Victoria. He didn't trust that combination. Not one bit.

Even the smallest smile from Victoria made McNeil want to tear Paul limb from limb.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking through his simmering thoughts. He checked the screen. Violet.

"Yeah?" McNeil answered, making no effort to step away from the others.

"McNeil, I'm being discharged today. Are you coming to pick me up?" Violet's voice was soft, hopeful.

"I'll send someone for you," he replied, his tone flat.

There was a pause on the other end, and then, as if afraid he'd hang up, Violet pressed, "But... aren't you coming yourself?"

Paul's voice drifted over, clear enough to carry through the phone. "Victoria, could you show me that again?"

Victoria chimed in, eager and attentive, asking for guidance as well.

Violet heard every word.

"Who are you with?" she asked, though she already suspected.

bother to hide it. "Victoria." He left out Paul-no

voice trembling on the edge of tears. "So... you're too busy with her to come get me, is that

to ask, but

"You're overthinking it.

didn't bother to explain further, just ended

Violet's call. He stood off to the

date right under

young, good-looking-almost too good-looking, with features so striking they could

by handsome men, moving her body with a confidence and allure McNeil hadn't known she possessed. He'd never forget the sight of her dancing-sexy, uninhibited, impossible to look away

last night, he would have dragged her straight to

his mind spinning, his thoughts slipping in directions

once more. This time, he silenced it and shoved

his watch, his

right away. "Two more days, I

off. Instead of an hour a day, let's just do two hours

been granted a royal pardon, practically ready to drop to

protesting, "No. An hour is an hour—I have other

a look, pulling the unlit cigarette from his mouth. "It's settled. You can leave

aimed at Paul,

deny these lessons had been useful-her

ever.

knew exactly how angry her antics last night had made him. But what was he so upset about? He and Violet were

him. She could love toy boys, love her work, the rivers

men were the least deserving creatures on earth. The more you cared

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