NovelUpdateChapter 49 McNeil stepped into the bedroom, the only light coming from a single amber bedside lamp.
The spacious bed was empty, and the curtains fluttered gently in the night breeze.
He found her outside on the balcony, perched on a tall chair, wearing nothing but a thin white shirt. Her long, pale legs dangled in the moonlight, glowing with an ethereal allure.
She was supposed to be "asleep," but instead, she sat with a glass of crimson liquid in her hand, her chin resting carelessly on the railing as she stared intently at her drink.
Every now and then, she brought the rim to her lips and took a delicate sip.
Through the sheer fabric of her shirt, McNeil could make out the soft, enticing lines of her body.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis throat tightened, and before he could stop himself, he strode over and snatched the wineglass from her hand.
"Are you trying to catch your death out here? It's freezing." It had to be close to thirty degrees outside, and she was sitting there bare-legged, drinking cold wine.
A surge of anger welled up inside him. He scooped her up from the chair and tossed her over his shoulder. The moment his hand touched her skin-cool, smooth, impossibly soft-a strange heat crawled up his spine.
"Leavealone," she muttered.
He dropped her onto the bed. Victoria blinked up at him, her gaze heavy and unfocused with drink, finally recognizing his face.
He was still in his suit from the evening, jacket unbuttoned but tie and all-every inch the elegant gentleman. "Out in the middle of the night, drinking, getting into another man's car-do you forget you have a husband?" McNeil leaned in, trapping her between his arms.
She lay beneath him, her dark hair spilling across the pillow like silk.
"And you, McNeil?" Her lips curled at the corners, her eyes shining with tears and something dangerously beautiful. "Does everyone know you have a wife?" Did she look at the man whose car she'd gotten into tonight with that swounded, seductive expression? Jealousy flared sharp and sudden through McNeil. He dropped his head and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard and hungrily.
The alcohol in her veins left Victoria limp and in feverish passion yielding beneath him, and dim light, the room filled with Later, after the storm had passed, Victoria fell asleep with her head on his arm.
By the soft glow of the lamp, McNeil studied her delicate, porcelain face, a wave of tenderness washing over him. He knew he didn't love her, not really. But he couldn't let her go.
Victoria had done so much for the Langford family; she was irreplaceable. And in bed, she was always so willing, so eager-each twith her was a pleasure he could never quite put into words.
He reached out to trace her smooth skin, brushing away the tears lingering at the corner of her eyes.
He knew she wanted to leave-but he would never allow it.
It was deep into the night when McNeil's phone rang.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe finally slipped out of bed and stepped onto the balcony to answer.
"McNeil, where are you? Are you coming home?" Violet's voice m trembled with/worry. Ever since he'd En dropped her and Gwyneth off at Winding Peak Lane, he had at ne stopped driving. She'd barely finished helping Gwyneth with her bath before she noticed his car was gone.
She had a sinking suspicion he'd gone back to Victoria again. She couldn't stand it.
"I'm not coming back tonight. Get srest." His wife was passed out drunk; he couldn't leave her like that.
Violet bit her lip until she tasted blood.
"So what happened this time? Is she clinging to you again, refusing to let you go?"
Gwyneth had told her she'd seen Victoria getting into another man's car-so why was McNeil still so fixated on her? Violet couldn't help herself. "Did you sleep with her?"
She and McNeil had been together longer than he'd ever been with m I ever been with Victoria and yet he had never even touched her.
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