The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 424

Victoria padded into the living room that morning, catching sight of McNeil at the open-plan kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast.

She moved soundlessly across the carpet, bare feet sinking into the plush fibers. Still, McNeil spotted her reflection in the glass backsplash and turned, his gaze landing on her bare feet with a faint, disapproving frown.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Victoria glanced down, unconcerned. "I like it."

She liked the easy freedom of it.

McNeil let out a quiet huff of laughter. "No one else is home, so should I expect you to start skipping the rest of your clothes, too?"

She ignored him, and he didn't seem bothered by her eye roll. Instead, he poured a steaming glass of milk and handed it to her.

"Here. Drink some milk. Breakfast is almost ready. I'll heat it up for you. The eggs are fresh off the pan. I've got both American and European breakfast options- just pick whatever you want. The fridge is fully stocked."

He opened the fridge as if showing off a treasure trove; it was packed to the brim.

was-except for the designer shirt, which was the only

yawn. McNeil moved as

not an invalid. I can walk just

out breakfast at the table,

there, but when she saw him return with a pair of slippers

care of yourself. If you get sick, you can't take medication easily while pregnant-you'd need injections. You have to look after

right in front of her, under the watchful eyes of the housekeeper and security guard, gently placing her foot on his knee while he slipped the slippers on, one hand

full of envy, while Victoria tried to pull her foot away, but his grip was firm. The housekeeper covered her mouth,

She quickly shoved her feet into the slippers,

a stroll downstairs?

with her fork and tasted it-surprisingly good-but

"Nope."

tire her out just walking a couple of laps. Besides, she had no desire to bump into neighbors downstairs and have them assume McNeil

his eyes dimming, but he said nothing. He quietly

up, heading for her room before he could try to dote on her again. “I can walk by myself. I'm not helpless. Just make sure

table and wandered back toward her