The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 521

Gwyneth spent the whole day at Leonie's house, and that night, the two girls sat by the open window of the upstairs bedroom, nibbling on snacks and watching the

stars.

The rain that had been pouring down all day had finally stopped by evening. Droplets still clung to the eaves, trailing down the columns, but the sky had cleared. Moonlight bathed the garden in a silvery glow, and above them, a sweep of stars shimmered against the velvet night.

Having Gwyneth over seemed to have unlocked something in Leonie; she chattered non-stop, her words tumbling out with barely a pause for breath. She kept Gwyneth up talking until the early hours, refusing to let her go to sleep, until Gwyneth could barely keep her eyes open. Only then did they both squeeze under one duvet, curling up together. In the middle of the night, Gwyneth woke with a start, feeling something heavy pinning her down. Opening her eyes, she found Leonie's leg draped squarely across her stomach; Leonie was fast asleep, looking so relaxed she was nearly drooling.

It was almost comical, how this easy looseness clashed with Leonie's daytime image as a perfectly proper young lady. Clearly, Mr. and Mrs. Everhart doted on their daughter, sparing her even the tiniest hardship—even the strictest household rules were softened for her.

Gwyneth, in contrast, lay on her back with her hands folded neatly over her chest. Even in sleep, she was the picture of composure-years of diligent study and undistracted discipline had shaped both her manners and her temperament. She hadn't even had a proper rebellious phase.

Apart from her recent reluctance to return home after studying abroad, even her childhood defiance against Victoria had long since faded away.

Carefully, she inched herself out from under Leonie's smooth-skinned leg and glanced at the moonlight pouring through the window. An unexpected chill swept over her.

That deep, hollow loneliness-the kind that gnaws at you even when your family is still around, leaving your heart strangely empty-was something few people could ever truly understand.

A pang of envy passed through her, but she closed her eyes again. All night, her sleep was restless, her dreams

that Leonie would still be asleep. To her surprise, Leonie was already up

you. I hardly

a leg in the middle of the night, and slept so deeply she

had been a thunderstorm last night, Gwyneth thought, Leonie probably would have slept right

down for breakfast,” Gwyneth

to report

such a busybody. Bachelors with no one

wait for his soulmate to show up and give

two girls chatted as they

Pet

down, Leonie glanced at the dining table below and saw her uncle, Hawthorne, scrolling through his phone and eating breakfast. She lost

in a heap on the

reached out to steady her,

stared at

All because he suspected she was