The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 580

Gwyneth's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red.

She kept her head down, quietly focused on her meal.

Hawthorne, too, ate in small, measured bites. The two of them were so strikingly attractive that even the simple act of eating seemed like something out of a

painting.

During dinner, apart from the brief conversation about the ring, they barely spoke at all.

Sitting across from Hawthorne, Gwyneth had no idea what to say.

Still, Hawthorne would occasionally break the silence with some light, inconsequential remark-just enough to keep things from getting awkward.

To Violet, the whole meal felt almost dreamily romantic. Gwyneth, on the other hand, was dying of embarrassment, while Hawthorne remained calm and composed from start to finish.

When they returned to the old manor, Gwyneth was startled to find the foyer overflowing with elegantly packaged gift boxes. She thought back-neither her great-grandfather nor her mother were ever the shopping-obsessed type. So where had all these come from?

Out in the courtyard, two neat rows of bodyguards stood at attention. Dozens of luxury cars lined the drive, and overhead, three helicopters were slowly descending onto the grounds. More boxes kept arriving. Hawthorne took Gwyneth's hand and led her inside, moving at

Fairchild," he announced, "Gwyn and I have already registered our marriage. Originally, I planned to bring the engagement gifts on Thanksgiving, but

the Thanksgiving engagement party, you two can look over the guest list and decide who you'd like to invite. I'll take care of the venue, the menu, the drinks- everything. All

was dumbfounded. These were the engagement

Already?

must have mobilized a team to fly and drive these

the old manor's grand foyer

at Hawthorne with open disdain-clearly resenting that his precious sister had been "stolen" away so

a nouveau riche even going to give us, anyway?"

sigh and try to soothe the

in Starfall City," she coaxed. "See? She's not

weren't buying it. Up until now, Gwyneth had always been their big sister-the one whose attention never wavered from them. Now, Hawthorne had her completely under his spell. The two

she hadn't looked at them twice since he'd arrived. She used to have eyes only for her brother and

you'll understand," Victoria said gently to Celia, trying to comfort

stamping her foot. "I'd never let some guy turn me into a