The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 541

Leonie's constant complaining drew an increasingly suspicious look from Gwyneth.

Hans, was he never going to smile?

It was odd, really.

"Come on, let's go grab a number before the line gets too long," Leonie urged, glancing at her watch.

They'd meant to arrive earlier, but now was peak dinner hour, and the place was packed.

Gwyneth had assumed Leonie would pull some strings for a table. Back in Starfall City, if Gwyneth wanted to eat out, all she had to do was make a call and the best table would be waiting.

But Leonie had no such intentions. She dutifully led Gwyneth to the host stand, picked up a numbered slip, and guided her to the waiting area, where the owner had arranged a row of seats by the fogged-up windows. Outside, the cold wind whipped through the small town's misty streets, making people shiver, but inside, the restaurant was cozy and bustling, the warmth and chatter quickly washing away any sense of loneliness.

Everyone seemed wrapped in a cocoon of comfort. Sitting beside Leonie, Gwyneth thought that even if someone came here alone, the lively atmosphere would keep them from feeling isolated.

barely saying a word; Leonie, on the other

on Leonie's face was unmistakable—she looked as

her, Gwyneth couldn't help but feel a twinge

found genuine excitement in a simple meal

supposed to be a virtue, but in her case, it just felt like

turn!" Leonie announced, her ability to keep an ear on the queue while

Leonie would

her phone and turned to Gwyneth for approval. "I want to see if my brother

rather liked

smile. "Hey, Layne! Gwyn and I are grabbing dinner-want to

Gwyneth quietly unwrapped her utensils. Leonie's hopeful face drooped a little,

Gwyneth had to

Leonie sighed into the phone,

Leonie started venting