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."

to pull her toward him, but suddenly a sharp gust

instantly by the crack of a solid punch. Bill staggered, vision spinning with

of blood flooded his mouth. His ears rang, and his head

the hell

up-only to see Hawthorne standing

his right hand was balled into a fist, veins bulging from the effort. There was a cold, murderous fury in his eyes, the kind that made you think he

her father tracked her

Greenvale's most feared man-the one no one dared cross. Bill Crawford

gather-some coworkers, some just

and Bill Crawford-the golden boy

arrived just then, freezing when he caught a glimpse of

looked ready to kill. Bill had already lost his nerve the moment he saw Hawthorne, and Gwyneth grabbed Hawthorne's arm,

please, that's enough," she blurted

heard Gwyneth call Hawthorne "Uncle" and caught the

pride flared

could think about was not letting a man