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?

been quite the force-Leonie had told her

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

sideways glances as the car pulled up to the hotel,

look at the place and immediately

"We're here."

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

rent your place," she

had told

Mr. and Mrs. Everhart were warm, kind people. If they found out she

to people anyway,

wouldn't have mattered if she'd never known about the feud between the families, but now that she did, how could she shamelessly stay in their

made her way toward her

doing?" she snapped,

he think she was going to jump out

you need a hand," he replied

out of her sails. Was he here to keep tabs on her, or to

the Langford

help could she possibly need? More likely, he just

one suitcase. I've

with her-she was just traveling, not planning on settling

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

trapping her in the close space with Hawthorne. She

he insisted on tagging along, there wasn't