The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 361

Every word out of Stein’s mouth landed squarely on McNeil’s sore spots, leaving him utterly speechless and unable to muster a retort.

“I’ve arranged a place for you to stay tonight. Vicky—”

Stein turned to her, his gaze so tender it drove McNeil up the wall.

“That’s all right, Stein. Thank you, but we already booked our hotel before we arrived,” Victoria interjected, cutting him off before things could get complicated.

Stein held her eyes for a moment, reading her refusal, then didn’t press the issue.

“Fine, I’ll stop playing host. But remember, I still have some pull in Echo City. If you run into any trouble, just come to me.”

His concern for Victoria was obvious, and the more McNeil looked at Stein, the more he found the man intolerable.

“Mr. Campbell, it’s getting late and we need to get back to our hotel and rest. Whatever else we need to discuss can wait until tomorrow,” McNeil said, unable to hold back any longer. He pulled Victoria firmly into his arms, as if afraid Stein might snatch her away the moment he let go.

Victoria tried to wriggle free, but he held her so tightly she couldn’t budge.

Stein watched the two of them, but didn’t say another word. He walked out first, and only then did McNeil lead a reluctant Victoria after him.

This time, Stein didn’t insist that Victoria ride with him. Instead, he told the driver to take the couple straight to their hotel. After a few final words of concern to Victoria, he left as well.

Once inside the hotel room, Victoria was still bristling. McNeil noticed, but decided not to pick a fight.

Stein might not have unimaginable wealth, but in a world where power is everything, a single word from him could make a company vanish overnight. Whatever scraps of superiority McNeil once felt in Stein’s presence had long since evaporated.

Victoria took the clothes she’d prepared and went into the bathroom for a shower. McNeil sat on the bed, his gaze cold as he stared at the sliver of light coming from under the bathroom door.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out, and held it between his lips, but didn’t bother lighting it.

The bathroom door was frosted glass—nothing at all could be seen from the outside. Still, McNeil’s mind wandered.

Victoria finally came out, now in comfortable pajamas.

McNeil moved toward her, but she deftly sidestepped him.

“I’ll be tied up all day tomorrow coordinating with Stein’s team of experts,” she said coolly. “It’s late, and if you’re in the mood, Mr. Langford, I’m sure you can find someone else to scratch that itch.”

In other words: she wasn’t interested.

Dragging around a pregnant body was exhausting enough. She simply didn’t have the energy to entertain him tonight.