The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 302

Victoria had let herself believe his lies—if only for a moment.

Still, she stepped inside, not wanting to arouse Thorpe’s suspicion.

McNeil sat on the edge of the bed, and Victoria stood rigid, unmoving.

“Victoria, we’re still married. Do you really see me as the enemy?” he asked quietly.

She scoffed. Enemy? That was exactly what he was.

He wanted to have her brother arrested just to force her to return? Victoria couldn’t believe it.

“I’m not giving you V&S Group,” she said flatly. Not a chance.

McNeil maintained his usual, courteous demeanor, his eyes meeting hers without flinching.

“No business talk at home, Victoria. It’s late, let’s get some rest. I remember you used to love falling asleep in my arms...”

Victoria folded her arms and pressed her back to the wall, refusing to budge.

She knew she couldn’t trust him, but this was the old house—she couldn’t afford a scene here.

McNeil reached for her. She wanted to resist, but she was powerless.

“McNeil, I want Stein Campbell safe. No harm comes to him,” she said.

His gaze stayed gentle. “Of course.”

“He’s my brother. Can you leave him alone?”

McNeil nodded. “Alright.”

Victoria didn’t believe him—not for a second. He agreed far too easily.

“What, you don’t trust me?” McNeil asked, a half-smile playing at his lips.

“What about Osborn Clark? Are they in danger too?”

McNeil brushed a lock of hair from her cheek, tucking it gently behind her ear. He laughed softly.

“If you don’t want anything to happen to them, nothing will. I promise, Mrs. Langford.”

His words were as warm as a spring breeze, indulging her every request.

Victoria had expected a fight, but instead...

Her hand trembled as it rested in his palm.

McNeil watched her in silence, gently parting her bangs. In the muted glow of the night, he gazed at her flawless face, then cupped the nape of her neck and kissed her—slowly, reverently, as if savoring a decadent dessert.

Victoria’s eyes fluttered shut. McNeil tilted her delicate chin, forcing her to look at him.

“I don’t like forcing you, Victoria. Tell me you love me...”

She turned away, unable to say the words.

She couldn’t even remember why she’d fallen for McNeil all those years ago.