The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 581

Even Celia, who'd been unimpressed at first, couldn't help but widen her eyes- the fabrics and dresses were just too exquisite. She found herself unable to look away.

"So shallow," she muttered under her breath. "A few nice things, and everyone's completely won over."

Hawthorne gave a nod for the staff to open the remaining boxes, but Chris had already lost interest. He was worried that Hawthorne would pull out something even more dazzling to make the women—and his great-grandfather-lose their heads and start siding with him.

"These are my personal treasures, along with silks from the south-each with a heritage stretching back centuries," Hawthorne explained. “I doubt anything less would pass muster with you, Mrs. Langford, or with you, Grandfather. Do these meet your standards?"

He knew that if he wanted to impress Victoria and Thorpe, he'd have to put in real effort. He was confident these gifts would do the trick.

"Oh, yes of course they do!" Thorpe grinned so widely that the wrinkles on his face had all but disappeared; a fly could've gotten stuck between the folds.

at home; for formal occasions, she wore evening dresses, and during her one year of work, it was all business attire. Then she'd gotten pregnant, which meant maternity clothes, and after becoming a mother, it was always practical and proper-suits or casual wear. Skirts were rare;

was clearly full of more mature styles in darker colors-meant for someone Victoria's age. Hawthorne had obviously

he tricked their eldest sister into leaving too. Not that any of this impressed her—at least, that's what she told herself. But her gaze kept drifting back to those dresses. God, they were stunning. Starfall City had boutiques too, but they couldn't hold

pulled out a set of keys and handed them to Hawthorne. "I've kept this house ready for Gwyn all these years, just waiting for the right person. It's yours

He'd actually planned to take Gwyneth house-hunting today, let her pick out a place she liked. But for the Langfords, finding a house was never a problem, and there was no rush. Besides, it would be nice

old man had given them a house,

back into her purse, then presented Hawthorne with an entire box

"Gwyn loves cars-especially riding

the windows down, feeling the sea breeze," she said. "Here are the keys to ten

to

manners and southern upbringing, didn't seem the type to go joyriding or

hand, took the keys without a