Chapter 41 McNeil struggled to keep his temper in check. "Do we really have to talk like this?" Victoria turned away, refusing to engage.
It was already late by the tthey left the old house. Gwyneth, exhausted, curled up against McNeil and soon drifted off to sleep.
Victoria sat quietly beside them, lost in her thoughts.
McNeil's phone screen lit up several times, but he didn't answer. Victoria suspected it was Violet calling, probably wondering why he hadn't chyet, and getting impatient.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe had bought a house just to live with her, yet still insisted on pretending nothing was going on between them. Victoria couldn't fathom why men acted like this— what was he trying to prove, and to whom? When they arrived home, McNeil carried Gwyneth inside, while Victoria paused at the door.
Noticing her hesitation, McNeil stopped and glanced back. "Aren't you coming in?" Victoria's gaze fell on their sleeping daughter in his arms. She'd overheard McNeil call his father earlier to say he'd be hlate-she knew exactly where he planned to go. If he left in the middle of the night, Gwyneth would be alone unless he took her along, which was impossible now that she was fast asleep.
After a moment's deliberation, Victoria followed McNeil inside.
McNeil tucked Gwyneth into bed. Victoria had slept in her daughter's room the night before and hadn't set foot in the master bedroom since. Most of her belongings were already back at her sister Simms's place, save for a few spare clothes that Yasmine had dropped off; there was barely anything left of hers in McNeil's house.
Just then, McNeil's phone screen lit up again. He quickly stepped away from Victoria and disappeared around the corner to take the call in private.
Gwyneth slept soundly. Victoria showered in her daughter's bathroom, changed into a nightgown, and slipped into bed beside her. As soon as Victoria lay down, Gwyneth instinctively reached out and wrapped her little arms around her mother's neck.
No matter what happened, her daughter would always be the center of her world. The moment Gwyneth snuggled into her embrace, Victoria melted. She pressed a gentle kiss to Gwyneth's cheek.
Half-asleep, Gwyneth murmured, "Ms. Marchand-" The next morning, Victoria got up early and headed to the kitchen.
Xenia, the housekeeper, had all made two breakfasts-one for her and one for Gwyneth.
McNeil's car was gone from the driveway. Clearly, he hadn't chlast night.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmVictoria pulled out her phone and left him a message: "The agreement's been sent-please sign it as soon as possible." Realizing it was getting late, she went upstairs to wake Gwyneth for preschool. At nine, she was due at Quantum Core Technologies for an interview with Ailie. After years of working behind the scenes McNeil's silent partner, it was tto step out of the shadows and build something of her own.
With her skills and the Turner family's resources, Victoria knew she didn't have to spend her life depending on anyone.
Meanwhile, McNeil was in the middle of a management meeting. Two hours later, as the meeting adjourned, his assistant cin carrying an unopened envelope.
"Mr. Langford, this was sent by courier. They insisted it be delivered directly to you."
He glanced at the return address-it was from his own house. He certainly hadn't sent it to himself, which left only one possibility: Victoria. He didn't even need to open it to know what was inside. Without a second thought, he tossed it straight into the trash.
Quantum Core Technologies Victoria had just called Ailie when her friend cbounding out to greet her, nearly tackling her in excitement.
"Mr. Garcia's still in a meeting-should be another half hour. Let's wait in his office."
Victoria followed Ailie to the executive suite on the twenty-eighth floor, where a secretary promptly brought them coffee.
It had been years since they last saw each other, but Ailie was still the same-though now with a touch en ow with at more poise and experience. Victoria, as always, kept her cool and let Ailie lead the conversation, answering her questions but rarely volunteering anything herself.