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

I'll never understand how young

the butler a cool glance. "Alright,

he sat down and finished

barely slept that night, engrossed in her art. She drew and painted, lost in her

be in the office tomorrow. Dawn was only a few hours away. If she didn't get some sleep now, she doubted she'd make it

door. That's when she noticed

a machine-working all day and still burning the midnight

decided not to

her alarm jerked her

clock-just after seven. She still had over an hour before work, and the bus

this city of steel and glass, where century-old manor

no such residential pockets in the heart of the business district, let alone old family estates or stubborn

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

clean outfit for work and headed downstairs for breakfast, glancing

in fresh athletic gear, his usually pale skin tinged

how late he'd stayed up last night. How could he wake up so early and exercise? His discipline