The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 489

Such a little girl—wouldn’t she be led astray by that crowd of big-shot men?

But seeing how happy Victoria looked, she decided to keep her opinions to herself.

After all, Gwyneth was Victoria’s child, and how she wanted to raise her was her own business. As the aunt, she figured it was better to just enjoy the show from the sidelines.

“Mama, I’m ready! Can we go now?”

Gwyneth had slipped into a darling white dress, looking every bit the charming little lady.

Victoria, after giving birth, had filled out in all the right ways. Her clothes were a bit loose, but they did little to hide her enviable figure.

When Victoria entered the restaurant where Marcus was waiting, it was as if every pair of eyes—from the manager and servers to all the patrons—turned to watch her stride through the door.

“Uncle, that’s Aunt Victoria!” Max spotted her first. Marcus followed his nephew’s gaze and saw, not far away, Victoria holding hands with a little girl dressed like a storybook princess. The two of them together were almost ethereal, a picture so beautiful it was impossible to look away.

Marcus tried to keep his composure, but the moment his eyes landed on Victoria’s face, every emotional defense he’d built crumbled.

This—this was what he imagined his future wife would look like.

Even with three children, she hadn’t lost an ounce of the allure and status she had in Marcus’s heart.

He sometimes wondered at himself. He’d once been smitten with Violet too, but that had never burned as fiercely as what he felt for Victoria.

With Violet, when he learned she and McNeil were starting something, he simply bowed out. Within three days, his feelings were history.

But with Victoria, it was different. He knew she was his friend’s wife, knew she had three children, yet he couldn’t shake the wild, reckless urge to sweep her away for himself.

“It’s been a while,” Marcus said, producing a gift for Gwyneth. He added a little explanation, perhaps afraid of sparking any rumors that might keep Victoria from ever joining him for dinner again.

“This is from Max. He picked it out himself, knowing how much you love these. We searched all over before finally finding this race car.”

It was just a racing car model—easy to connect to another incident in the past, but Marcus pretended to forget, and Victoria was smart enough not to bring up that sensitive topic. These days, she kept her distance from any man, never crossing the line past polite acquaintanceship.

After giving Gwyneth her gift, Marcus turned to Victoria, offering her a package as well. He explained, “There’s no hidden meaning—just a little something to welcome you back. It’s nothing extravagant, just a small token.”

Inside was a pair of jade earrings. “Nothing extravagant” was relative; they were worth tens of thousands.

Of course, they didn’t compare to the custom jewelry Marcus had gifted her before, pieces she’d designed herself. Victoria felt awkward refusing, so she simply accepted graciously.

For someone like Marcus—a wealthy heir and now the company’s CEO—this was the equivalent of an ordinary person giving a trinket from a street vendor. But as he’d chosen the earrings, he’d felt a strange hesitation: too cheap, and he’d be embarrassed to give them; too expensive, and she might not accept. In the end, he compromised, his ears burning as he set the box before her.