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

bites and she says she's full. I'll

a

that, he sat down and

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

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

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

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

not to

next morning, her alarm jerked her

clock-just after seven. She still had over an hour before work, and the bus ride to the office would only take ten minutes. Plenty of

glass,

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

through her morning routine. She was probably already the talk of the office from

work and headed

athletic gear, his

looked like he'd just finished a morning run. Gwyneth remembered how late he'd stayed up last night. How could he wake up so early and exercise? His discipline truly