The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 26

Tears streamed down Victoria’s face.

"Why, McNeil?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, barely more than a whisper.

Why did he keep drawing her in if he never cared for her? If she meant nothing to him, why couldn’t he just let her go?

"Victoria, just be good," McNeil murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding her tightly against his chest.

The warmth of his body seeped through the thin fabric of her blouse, burning straight into her heart.

Was this how he comforted Violet, too? The thought stabbed at Victoria. She lowered her gaze, only to realize a cool touch against the smooth skin of her neck.

McNeil’s large hand gently guided her own to something cold resting at her throat.

She looked down and found a delicate necklace, strung with pale stones, a matching pendant hanging in the center.

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at it.

This was—

She turned to look at McNeil and met his dark, unfathomable gaze.

"It belonged to your mother," he said softly, his lips close to her ear. "I had someone track down the pendant at an auction. It’s the matching piece to the necklace."

He nuzzled her gently, his words barely above a whisper. "Do you like it?"

Victoria felt dizzy with confusion. So, when he’d asked about the necklace, it was so he could reunite it with the pendant?

McNeil intertwined his fingers with hers, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder as he spoke in a low voice.

"Victoria, I’ve never given your mother’s things to Violet."

Just one sentence, and the frost that had settled over Victoria’s heart began to thaw.

He saw the uncertainty flicker across her beautiful face and pulled her even closer.

His breath was warm against her ear, his deep voice as soft as a feather, brushing across her soul.

"You and Violet—" she started, her voice faltering.