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.

to his elbows, McNeil looked nothing like the high- powered CEO he usually was-except for the designer shirt, which was the only reminder. His normally immaculate hair was a bit tousled this morning, giving him an unexpectedly domestic, almost husbandly

as if to steady her, but she

an invalid. I can

ignored her sharp tone, set out breakfast at the table, and then disappeared into

but when she saw

the floor's cold, and you need to take care of yourself. If you get sick,

the watchful eyes of the housekeeper and security guard, gently placing her foot on his knee while he slipped

housekeeper looked on, eyes full of envy, while Victoria tried to pull her foot away, but

quickly shoved her feet into the slippers, refusing to look

stroll downstairs? You can't just

tasted it-surprisingly

"Nope."

apartment was big enough to tire her out just walking a couple of laps. Besides, she had no desire to bump into neighbors downstairs and

of disgust on her face, his eyes dimming, but he said

before he could try to dote on her again. “I can walk by myself. I'm not

the table and wandered back