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.

quietly, barely saying a word; Leonie, on the other hand, filled every silence with

Leonie's

couldn't help but feel

And yet, she still found genuine excitement in a simple meal at a crowded

pleasure or weighed down by sorrow" was supposed to be a virtue, but in her case, it just felt like a quiet kind

ear on the queue while chatting

sure Leonie would miss their

for approval. "I

fact, she rather liked the Everhart family's warmth and easy laughter—a real

brother with a bright smile.

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

had to guess, Layne wasn't

okay. You're busy—I get it,” Leonie sighed into

but Leonie started venting about Layne's workaholic