The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 531

The butler regarded Gwyneth with a gentle, welcoming smile.

"Miss Langford, we weren't sure about your preferences or dietary restrictions, so we prepared a little bit of everything—some classic comfort food, a few

continental dishes, some light fare, and even a bit of Japanese cuisine. Please, have a look and see what suits your taste."

One of the maids had thoughtfully laid out the cutlery for her. Another brought over a silver basin filled with warm, golden-hued water and set it in front of her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Gwyneth slipped her slender, pale hands into the basin. The water was just the right temperature, soothing against her skin. Almost immediately, another maid stepped forward with a soft towel for her to dry her hands.

The butler glanced at Gwyneth, a flicker of approval in his eyes. Most guests, unfamiliar with this custom, would have mistaken the golden liquid for some sort of consommé and wondered if it was meant to be drunk.

It was the first time he had ever seen someone instinctively use the basin to wash her hands, without waiting for guidance or instruction. Such a simple gesture, yet it told him all he needed to know. In his mind, this young woman was already worthy of becoming Mrs. Hawthorne.

After all, in this day and age, there were far too many pretenders-socialites in name only, self-proclaimed heirs with more façade than fortune. Elegance could be faked, fortunes forged, even identities borrowed. But true poise, that quiet assurance born from a lifetime of privilege and worldliness, could never be imitated.

He finally understood why Mr. Hawthorne had remained unattached for so long; his standards were simply too high. Miss Langford, on the other hand, carried herself with exactly the right measure of grace and restraint. Even when her words had been a touch blunt earlier, she had never crossed a line. She was, he had to

Gwyneth closely, awarding

the butler's silent assessment or to

attention, but also genuinely touched by the care and thoughtfulness that had

a little shyly. "I'm not picky-I can eat just

all, there were times

the daughter

or delicate, nothing like the pampered heiresses people expected. Her grace ran deeper, instilled

the young master will be

excused himself, already

heart skipped a beat. She stared at the delicious spread before her, trying not

to share the meal with

few maids quietly came to

their help