The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 574

"Why are you siding with my family on this? That's not even a funny joke."

She was completely serious. The truth was, Gwyneth did have feelings for Hawthorne, maybe because he'd stayed by her side all night while she lay unconscious in the hospital.

Or maybe it was the way she always felt inexplicably safe whenever he was near -a feeling so different from what she'd felt when she accepted Bill Crawford in

the past.

Every time Gwyneth saw Hawthorne, her heart would race. And there was another feeling she'd never really acknowledged: the memory of when she rescued Leonie, and Hawthorne appeared out of the rain, holding an umbrella over them. As he lifted the umbrella, his sharply defined face came into view beneath its edge, and for a moment, it seemed as if the falling rain slowed around him.

At that moment, Gwyneth felt her breath catch in her chest. Other than her father, she'd never met a man so handsome, so mature and composed.

Chris had inherited every bit of their father's looks, but he was still too young-his actions and words didn't measure up to what she imagined a real man should be.

Gwyneth had met plenty of promising young men in Starfall City, but only Hawthorne had ever made her heart race like that. Still, his age and status made her suppress those feelings deep down.

"I would never joke about something like this."

Gwyneth was stunned.

he started thinking of

a loss, but Hawthorne turned, his gaze openly meeting Victoria's. "Mrs. Langford, do you remember an

aback. That had been her

and returned to the racetrack as Vivian, greeted by a

"I do."

took the championship, a teenage boy had come up to her with a bouquet of flowers, claiming to be her biggest fan and

it. The boy couldn't have

a fight right

could only

the boy who brought you those flowers,

looked at Hawthorne,

slowly overlapped, forming a vague silhouette. The only reason she even remembered such a small incident was

had even threatened the poor boy, saying he'd see to

their breath, and Gwyneth could practically hear her

on Victoria. "You were

a boy anymore. My niece was a huge fan of yours, but she couldn't make it to the race that day. She begged me to make sure those flowers

sigh of relief. When Leonie met her for the first time, she'd shouted that Gwyneth looked just like her idol and even named her mother right then. Gwyneth had pretended not