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Victoria padded into the living room that morning, catching sight of McNeil at the open-plan kitchen, carefully preparing breakfast.

She moved soundlessly across the carpet, bare feet sinking into the plush fibers. Still, McNeil spotted her reflection in the glass backsplash and turned, his gaze landing on her bare feet with a faint, disapproving frown.

“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

Victoria glanced down, unconcerned. “I like it.”

She liked the easy freedom of it.

McNeil let out a quiet huff of laughter. “No one else is home, so should I expect you to start skipping the rest of your clothes, too?”

She ignored him, and he didn’t seem bothered by her eye roll. Instead, he poured a steaming glass of milk and handed it to her.

“Here. Drink some milk. Breakfast is almost ready. I’ll heat it up for you. The eggs are fresh off the pan. I’ve got both American and European breakfast options—just pick whatever you want. The fridge is fully stocked.”

He opened the fridge as if showing off a treasure trove; it was packed to the brim.

With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, McNeil looked nothing like the high-powered CEO he usually was—except for the designer shirt, which was the only reminder. His normally immaculate hair was a bit tousled this morning, giving him an unexpectedly domestic, almost husbandly air.

Victoria stifled a yawn. McNeil moved as if to steady her, but she sidestepped.

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid. I can walk just fine without help.”

He ignored her sharp tone, set out breakfast at the table, and then disappeared into her bedroom.

Victoria opened her mouth, wanting to ask what he was doing in there, but when she saw him return with a pair of slippers in his hand, she lowered her head and started eating.

“Put these on. It’s not summer yet, the floor’s cold, and you need to take care of yourself. If you get sick, you can’t take medication easily while pregnant—you’d need injections. You have to look after your health.”

He knelt down right in front of her, under the watchful eyes of the housekeeper and security guard, gently placing her foot on his knee while he slipped the slippers on, one hand bracing her ankle.

Passing the chaise lounge, she muttered to herself, wishing she hadn’t opted for an open kitchen—the kitchen and living room flowed together, and McNeil’s presence spoiled her enjoyment of the view.

McNeil watched her retreat, something gentle flickering in his eyes. But then she slammed the bedroom door right in his face, vanishing inside. His expression instantly clouded over.

By noon, lunch was ready, every dish laid out perfectly.

The doorbell rang. The housekeeper answered, and one after another, a dozen men filed into the apartment. McNeil’s face turned thunderous.

Lyndon caught sight of McNeil, and his handsome features darkened as well.

“What are you doing here?”

The rest of the men looked at McNeil in surprise, quickly picking up on the tension as Lyndon’s hostility became obvious.

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