The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 532

Some of what she wrote was work-related, but most were her own reflections- jotted down and sketched out in the pages of her journal.

Gwyneth lost herself in doodling and writing, hours slipping by without her noticing.

Suddenly, she heard voices from downstairs—the housekeeper greeting someone at the door. She knew instantly it was her uncle coming home, and couldn't resist peeking out of her room.

Sure enough, it was Hawthorne. After a long day at work, he still looked unruffled, not a trace of fatigue on his face.

Gwyneth quickly ducked her head back inside.

"Good evening, sir..."

The butler and one of the maids helped Hawthorne out of his coat, hanging it neatly in the entryway.

He strode to the dining table and paused, frowning at the barely touched plates of food.

"Miss Langford didn't have dinner?"

That seemed the only explanation.

butler shot him a helpless look. "Miss Langford has such a tiny

I'll never

a cool glance.

that, he sat down and finished his

her art. She drew and painted, lost in her own world, until nearly

only a few hours away. If she didn't get some sleep now, she doubted she'd make it through

laptop and moved to close her bedroom door. That's when she noticed a light still on in

Hawthorne still awake? He really was a machine-working all

widely, Gwyneth decided not

morning, her

still had over an hour before work, and the bus

admired Greenvale, this city of steel and glass,

City, there'd be no such residential pockets in the heart of the business district, let alone old

probably already the talk of the office from yesterday—if she was late again, there'd

dressed in a crisp, clean outfit for work and headed downstairs for breakfast, glancing absentmindedly into the

dressed in fresh athletic gear, his usually pale skin tinged with a

up last night. How could he wake up so early and exercise? His