The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 572

Gwyneth didn't mean it that way at all-of course she wanted him to explain. They weren't living together, for heaven's sake.

Besides, he'd all but dragged her to stay at his place. She'd never even wanted to move in, yet now, in front of the Langfords, everything he said seemed to twist the truth.

"What are you all standing around for? Dinner's ready. Everyone, take your seats."

Grandfather's eyes crinkled with a pleased smile, especially when he glanced at Hawthorne he could hardly hide his approval.

The Everhart boy-now, that was a fine pick for his great-granddaughter's husband.

Except for Thorpe, the rest of the family didn't look pleased. They seemed unwilling to accept the situation, though not for lack of respect for Hawthorne. A man with his steady presence and good looks wasn't exactly common among Starfall City's elite.

"Our sister's brought someone home to propose marriage."

Chris rarely spoke through gritted teeth, but after so many years, the only thing he could tolerate was Gwyneth's close friendship with Celia. Anyone else getting close to Gwyneth? He'd get irrationally jealous every time.

It was as if the person he loved most-and was closest to—was about to be stolen away. Who could stand that?

"That's not it at all."

Gwyneth couldn't understand where all this drama was coming from, her mother Victoria included. How had everyone come up with these wild storylines in their heads?

"If not, then why'd he bring that painting for Grandma? Trying to score points, isn't he?"

for no reason-unless

to themselves, Chris and Celia were exactly the same

sick. It's his first time visiting, so he brought

overreacting

"Hmph-"

Celia looked

some sense left. She'd just wanted Gwyneth to come home;

finding her a

that would settle her down and keep her from flying off to who-knows-where for months

But-

she married into Greenvale, things would hardly go as planned, would

all want your sister to

when he did, it was always

stared at him, dumbfounded. No one ever spoke to them like that-certainly

Langford house. The last

tried, Chris had

for three

straight out at sea.

if you'd agree to join our family, I suppose that

"Mom-!"

out. How had things gotten so far

arrived, he'd treated her like the enemy. How could Mom possibly think the two of them would