The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 584

She caught herself drifting and quickly pulled her thoughts back on track. What on earth was she thinking?

"It's delicious."

Gwyneth had barely tasted the soup before nearly draining the cup in one go.

Hawthorne glanced over with a faint smile. "Slow down. There's even better to come."

He was clearly talking about the food, but for some reason, his words made her ears burn.

Even better to come? She shot him a quick look, and her gaze drifted to his slightly open collar, hinting just enough at what lay beneath to make her nerves tingle. Embarrassed, Gwyneth hid behind her cup, covering half her face—and, at this point, her eyes too.

While her heart hammered against her ribs, Hawthorne moved deftly around the kitchen, preparing dish after dish. The apartment was soon filled with the mouthwatering aroma of food. By the time Gwyneth managed to calm herself, he was already setting a steaming plate of fried rice in front of her.

Each grain shone, perfectly separate and glistening. Corn and ham peeked through the mound, and before she could react, Hawthorne scooped up a spoonful and held it out for her. She took a bite, chewed, and her eyes widened in disbelief. She'd eaten all sorts of gourmet delicacies in her life, but she'd never thought a humble plate of fried rice could win over her stomach like this.

If Hawthorne hadn't kept bringing out more dishes, she might've been tempted to lick the plate clean.

trained as a chef,

with all the confidence of a professional-nothing amateur about his technique, not with the way he plated each course. When he brought out a gorgeous seafood platter, Gwyneth thought even a five-star

ingredient. Watching him work, Gwyneth found herself seeing

of them, yet he'd filled the

you like

bottle of red from the cabinet. Gwyneth wanted to act reserved, but as soon as he uncorked the bottle and the aroma drifted over, her

a small glass," she

for her, and

seafood stew, fresh fruit, wild mushroom soup, toasted bread, little desserts-the table was a feast Hawthorne took a seat beside her, and her

we got married today, shouldn't

himself a glass too, matching hers right to the

"Oh-"

was awkward. For some reason, whenever Hawthorne sat

sharp line of his jaw, then his throat, and down-only to notice that sometime during the meat, he'd

definitely

respectable, but she couldn't