The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 301

Thorpe fixed his gaze on Victoria Turner. “Has someone been mistreating you? Or are we starving you at home? Since when is it your place to be out working in public?”

He turned, his eyes sharp on McNeil Langford. “What’s really going on here?”

These two were getting more and more out of line.

“What position does Victoria even hold at the company? Surely the Langford family doesn’t need its eldest daughter-in-law personally running the show. If things have come to that, then her husband clearly isn’t up to the job.”

Thorpe knew full well that his grandson had relied on his wife every step of the way.

So when the Langford Group took off, old Mr. Langford had made it crystal clear: his grandson was to put his wife first, above all else.

Now, hearing Victoria was going off to work, Thorpe found it absurd and had no idea what sort of drama the young couple was up to this time.

Victoria’s answer was calm and measured. “It’s not the Langford Group. It’s a new tech startup. I just don’t want to sit around at home doing nothing all day—it’s got nothing to do with McNeil.”

She offered a casual excuse, hoping to brush him off, but Thorpe wasn’t that easy to fool. His temper flared immediately.

“Nonsense! You’re the eldest daughter-in-law of the Langford family. How could you go work at someone else’s company? I’ve been telling you two to have another child—give yourselves something to focus on so you stop coming up with these ideas.”

Victoria stayed silent, and McNeil didn’t bother explaining.

The two of them just sat there, cold and distant, and the more Thorpe watched, the more off things seemed. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

They’d arrived hand in hand, looking like the perfect couple. Thorpe assumed Victoria was just sulking over some spat.

“Victoria, be reasonable. I swear to you, as long as I’m alive, you’ll always be the Langford family’s eldest daughter-in-law. There will never be anyone else.”

Victoria was unmoved. “Grandpa, I’m going to check on Gwyn.”

She walked out. Thorpe turned to McNeil. “You’re just going to let her act out like this? Is she still hung up about Violet Marchand?”

“You want to keep Violet around as a plaything, fine by me. But you’d better make sure Victoria’s happy.”

Thorpe had never liked Violet. No matter where she came from, he didn’t think she was half as smart as Victoria—and that mattered, especially for the family’s future.

McNeil lit a cigarette, letting it smolder in his hand.

“I don’t want another kid. Gwyn’s enough.”

He meant it. Victoria didn’t even want to share a bed with him anymore. If anyone thought they could get between them, they’d have to try a lot harder.

Half the time, he didn’t even know where his next meal was coming from. How was he supposed to get Victoria to agree to another baby?

It wasn’t up to him anyway, and honestly, he only enjoyed the process.

Gwyneth had already been fighting for Victoria’s attention ever since she was born. If they had another, where would that leave him?

“Bullshit. Utter nonsense.”

When Thorpe got angry, his words turned rough.

“Come on,” he whispered, “unless you want me to carry you.”

His voice was soft, and pale moonlight spilled through the window, casting his sharp features in silver.

Under that cold glow, he looked almost otherworldly—so striking that Victoria’s sleepiness vanished in an instant.

McNeil led the way, Victoria trailing behind, dragging her feet.

At the doorway to his room, she stopped short.

McNeil frowned. “If we don’t stay in the same room, Grandpa will get suspicious. You don’t want to cause trouble, do you?”

Victoria hesitated; she really didn’t want to test Thorpe’s patience any further.

“Relax, I’m not going to try anything. After six years of marriage, don’t you trust me?”

Victoria’s expression was icy. Trust him?

What a joke.

It was trusting him that had gotten her into this mess.

“Come in. I promise I won’t touch you…”