The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 512

These days, Gwyneth rarely touched a race car. Now and then, she'd fool around with a simulator for a bit of nostalgia, but she didn't like talking about her old life.

That didn't mean she disliked Victoria, though.

Her mother's little admirer didn't bother Gwyneth in the slightest.

She just felt there was no need to get too close-after all, they'd only just crossed paths.

"Hey, where are you headed later? Mind if I tag along?" Leonie piped up, clinging to Gwyneth's arm without hesitation. "I'm hopeless with directions, but I feel so much safer with you, sis!"

Gwyneth couldn't tell if Leonie was always this forward or if she truly idolized her the way she did her mother.

Normally, Gwyneth wasn't one for sightseeing buddies, but this time, for some inexplicable reason or maybe it was the thought of that creep who'd been eyeing Leonie earlier-she nodded her agreement.

"I'm going to Twilight Church, to say a prayer for my family. I'll get a blessing for my dad well, for my father, too."

get one for

coming out,"

the crowd around them. The clouds on the horizon had

a few shots of her. When she finally remembered her manners, she blushed a bit. "Let

"No need. Is this your first time seeing the sunrise

Gwyneth wasn't nearly as giddy as

moment-nature's grandeur always had a way of settling her

ет

looping her arm through Gwyneth's again. Come on, let's hurry. We might catch the end of breakfast at

impossible to resist. She let

a sleek black limousine led a

wandering the halls of the old stone church, Leonie and Gwyneth each lit a candle, said their prayers, and shared in a

when they noticed the staff gently ushering visitors out. One by one, the parishioners were politely

what was going on, but Leonie,