The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 566

If this had been back in Greenvale, Hawthorne would never have agreed to such an invitation. But Victoria's sharp gaze pinned him in place, a look that felt equal parts threat and scrutiny, as if she were silently weighing whether he was safe enough to be around Gwyneth.

He'd always been the one doing the evaluating, not the other way around. Yet the Langford couple-Victoria and her husband—were clearly cut from the same cloth, making him feel distinctly uncomfortable.

Confronted by Victoria's face, he found himself suddenly at a loss for words.

She looked so much like Gwyneth that it was impossible to muster any real resentment.

"If you're willing to stay, that's fine. And if you aren't, I'll leave with you." Gwyneth blurted this out right in front of Victoria, who by all rights should have been upset -but instead, she looked as if she might laugh or cry.

Victoria grabbed Gwyneth's hand. “You just got home, and now you want to leave? Or is it you don't want us to have guests at all?"

Victoria was determined not to let Gwyneth slip away again.

Gwyneth looked at Hawthorne, hoping he'd say something.

"All right," he replied.

disbelief. Was this really the same man she'd always thought of as her uncle Leonie's reclusive

on. If you ask me, he's going to be just

things out so clearly-if Gwyneth still didn't

turned to her great-grandfather lying in the hospital bed and, in a voice soft yet

then finally cracked open an eye and glanced between Gwyneth, Victoria, and Hawthorne. The

great-grandfather be like this? He

"Mom-" Gwyneth started, wanting

to lure her home. Victoria cleared her throat and, avoiding Gwyneth's eyes, focused

it? Is there anything you particularly like to eat? I'll have something prepared right away," she said, heading out as

not picky. I'll eat

immediately pulled

warmly to Hawthorne. "Here in Starfall City, we love our seafood. I'm a decent cook-you really ought to try it.

ef

completely forgetting his cane. "Doctor said I ought to rest at home. When you're old, you get cautious-don't want to drop dead somewhere unfamiliar. I'd rather be at home, where

make a quick escape, but Hawthorne called out, "Hey, old