The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 526

"No thanks. We're not exactly close."

Leonie had called him "Uncle" out of sheer politeness, nothing more-her upbringing demanded it. If he didn't like it, she could just as easily not say it at all.

As for staying at his place? Not a chance. It was his house, after all, and with the way he looked at her with open hostility, no less-Gwyneth wasn't about to risk

it.

"It's not about being close or not."

Gwyneth really had no desire to spend another minute in his company.

"Mr. Everhart, you've been coming at me since the moment we met. If you've got something to say, just say it. I don't like playing guessing games."

Hawthorne was this close to telling her straight out: stop playing coy with him, he knew exactly who she was. But when the words reached his lips, he held them back.

It had been years since anyone—a slip of a girl, no less—had managed to get under his skin like this. He almost let something slip.

"You have two choices: go back and stay with the Everhart family, or take my place."

Any hope Gwyneth had of escaping vanished in that instant. This man was determined to box her in.

Seriously, what was he so afraid of? He was a high-powered CEO, managing thousands of employees-what could she possibly do to him?

Was it just because she shared his last name, and came from Starfall City? Did he suspect there was a connection with her father?

force-Leonie had told her that her

wanted to, there was nothing he could do now. Was Hawthorne really that afraid of

pulled up to the hotel, and forgot to get out for a

and immediately knew it was Langford property.

"We're here."

he was acting, it was clear he intended to keep an

place," she said

had no desire to stay with the Everharts. After what Leonie had told her

obvious Mr. and Mrs. Everhart were warm, kind people. If they found out she was McNeil's

been close to people anyway, and

never known about the feud between the families, but now that she did, how could she

up her room key and made her way toward her suite. Just as she stepped into the elevator, Hawthorne followed

you doing?" she snapped,

Did he think she was going to jump out of a window? She was on the eighty-eighth floor,

seeing if you need a hand," he replied

he here to keep tabs on her,

the Langford hotel

short of spoon-feeding the guests themselves-what help could she possibly need? More likely, he just

just one suitcase. I've

much with her-she was just traveling,

to another city. Somewhere Hawthorne couldn't find her. She'd handpicked Greenvale, and the

shut, trapping her in the close space with Hawthorne. She

on tagging along, there wasn't much she could