The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 579

Gwyneth had woken up at the crack of dawn to get their marriage license. The

drive from the old estate to City Hall took over an hour, and in the rush, she hadn't even managed to grab breakfast.

Victoria and her grandfather had insisted on coming along, but Hawthorne had put his foot down. "It's not the SATS. We can handle this ourselves."

No one wanted to be the third wheel on the newlyweds' big day.

That single remark left both Thorpe and Victoria red-faced.

Gwyneth, gently twisting the hem of her shirt, spoke softly, "Grandpa, Mom, you two should stay home. We'll be back before you know it."

As their car passed a restaurant, Hawthorne glanced over. "Are you hungry? Let's grab brunch while we're out."

alone with Gwyneth. It struck him that since they'd met, they'd never shared a quiet meal, just the two of them.

pulled up in front of a French bistro-romantic, softly lit, perfect

privacy without cutting them off from the lively

peeled the shrimp for her. She noticed, with a flicker of surprise, a plain gold band on

set, isn't

gaze, then nodded. Reaching into his pocket, he produced a small box. Inside

thought a diamond would look better on you, so I didn't give

ring. It was petite, understated, and exquisite. Nowhere near as dazzling as the diamond she currently wore-but it matched

to him, slipping the diamond from her own finger. Offering her bare hand,

band onto her finger. Somehow, it fit perfectly, as

liking it