The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 553

She wrenched her wrist free from Bill Crawford's grip, but her words only pushed him over the edge. All the time and effort he'd wasted on her flashed through his mind, and the wine made his frustration burn hotter. Gwyneth's flushed, indignant face-so soft and pretty even when angry-only stoked a desire he could barely contain.

He clamped down on her wrist, refusing to let go. His gaze dropped to her parted lips, and the urge to kiss her became irresistible.

So he did.

"We've been dating for months and you still won't even let me kiss you. Are you just playing me? Fine, you want to leave? Spend the night with me-after that, you're free to go."

He moved closer, and the shock sobered Gwyneth instantly. But she couldn't match his strength, especially with Bill acting like a wild animal who'd lost all

reason.

"Bill Crawford, have you no shame?"

Only now did Gwyneth see what kind of man he really was-shameless enough to say something like that out loud.

"Sleep with me, and you can leave whenever you want."

him, but

of a solid punch. Bill staggered,

balance when the metallic tang of blood flooded his mouth. His ears

hell dares hit

finally looked up-only to see Hawthorne standing at Gwyneth's side. He

was balled into a fist, veins bulging from the effort. There was a cold, murderous fury

once before, the day her father tracked her and her mother down. The aura Hawthorne exuded now

one dared

to gather-some coworkers,

Mr. Everhart, and Bill Crawford-the

just then, freezing when he caught

kill. Bill had already lost his nerve the moment he saw Hawthorne,

please, that's enough,"

shaken, heard Gwyneth call Hawthorne "Uncle" and caught the

His pride flared hotter than

he could think