The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 520

Mr. Everhart chatted with Hawthorne as he escorted him to the door.

Everyone left at the dining table broke out in a cold sweat.

Hawthorne slid into his car, said nothing, and peeled away with a heavy foot on

the gas.

When Gwyneth finally snapped out of it, she realized her hands were balled into fists, her palms slick with sweat.

Leonie looked even worse-ashen and silent. When Mrs. Everhart returned after seeing Hawthorne off, she tapped Leonie's nose, half-scolding, half-doting.

"You little troublemaker, honestly! Why'd you have to set off your uncle like that?" Her youngest brother had always been suspicious of strangers trying to get close to the Everhart family.

If Leonie hadn't landed herself in trouble that day, maybe Hawthorne wouldn't have been so on edge or so focused on Gwyneth.

out her tongue, then suddenly turned

when? Why didn't

that, really. We're just friends,

know exactly how your uncle is. If he catches you up to anything,

she turned

like this, but don't worry. He's a decent man at heart. If you start at his company, he won't make things hard for you. And your ex-boyfriend wouldn't dare cause trouble for

nothing Mrs. Everhart could do to rein Hawthorne in her own husband couldn't manage it, so what hope did she have? All she could do was feel sorry for

simply smiled. "It's all right. I just need

hesitant. "Is it true? Was your dad

under the table. "What's wrong with you? Did you

bickering, completely oblivious to anyone else. Mr. and Mrs. Everhart shook their heads, helpless. "Honestly, how old are you two? Can't you act your age for

and Celia had grown up under a strict schedule, and though Victoria's parenting wasn't exactly harsh, life in

disciplined, always mindful of their image Gwyneth remembered clinging to Violet Marchand as a child, desperate for warmth because Victoria's rules felt too stifling. The memory, though distant, stilb

whenever