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 they're

to keeping Gwyneth to themselves, Chris and Celia

I mentioned Great- Grandpa was sick. It's his first time visiting, so he

weren't they overreacting

"Hmph-"

and Celia looked ready

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

finding her

keep her from flying

But-

into Greenvale, things would hardly go as

you all want your sister to be a spinster

often, but when

him, dumbfounded. No one ever spoke to

Langford house. The last

Chris

for three

straight out at sea.

agree to join our family,

"Mom-!"

out. How had things gotten so far

he'd treated her like the enemy. How could Mom possibly think the