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.

powered CEO he usually was-except for the designer shirt, which was the only reminder. His normally immaculate

as if to

an invalid. I can walk just fine

sharp tone, set out breakfast at

ask what he was doing in there, but when she saw him return with a pair of slippers in his hand, she lowered her

yourself. If you get sick, you can't take medication easily while pregnant-you'd need injections. You

the watchful eyes of the housekeeper and security guard, gently

Victoria tried to pull her foot away, but

quickly shoved her feet into

after breakfast? Maybe a stroll downstairs? You

with her fork and tasted it-surprisingly good-but she had no

"Nope."

a couple of laps. Besides, she had no desire to bump

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

up, heading for her room before he could try to dote on her again. “I can

the table and wandered back toward her