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

themselves, Chris and Celia were exactly the same utterly

me because I mentioned Great- Grandpa was sick.

weren't they overreacting

"Hmph-"

and Celia looked ready

left. She'd just wanted Gwyneth

finding her a

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

But-

would hardly go as

want your sister to be

but when he

him, dumbfounded. No one ever spoke to them

Langford house. The last

tried, Chris had

for

straight out at sea.

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

"Mom-!"

help but cry out. How had things gotten so

he'd treated her like the enemy. How could