The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 585

As expected, it wasn't really the wine that made her tipsy-sometimes it was just the atmosphere. Hawthorne reached over to feel Gwyneth's flushed cheeks, then gently took her glass away.

"That's enough for now. Too much isn't good for you," he said softly.

Gwyneth didn't protest. Instead, she placed her hand right over his, the warmth of her skin startling Hawthorne as if he'd touched a live wire. Yet she seemed completely oblivious, her eyes bright and mischievous.

"Come on, who do you think you're dealing with? I can handle another round," she declared, reaching for the wine again.

Hawthorne gave her a crooked half-smile. "I'm just worried that if you keep

drinking, you'll be too out of it for what comes next."

That comment sobered her up almost instantly. Gwyneth's head cleared in a flash, and even Hawthorne's handsome face seemed less blurry.

Wait. What did he just say?

What comes next?

A sudden heat crept up her neck. Hawthorne, meanwhile, had already gotten up to start clearing the dishes.

and her great-grandfather hadn't arranged for any

ready for you in the sitting room," Hawthorne called out. "Go have a drink, maybe watch a little TV

pinch before

watched his tall, effortless figure move away, and-feeling sheepish— slipped into

tray of snacks and neatly cut

that she could barely move, but she distractedly sipped a little tea and nibbled on some fruit, mostly to busy her hands. Her attention, though, was entirely focused on the faint clatter coming

on the oversized flat-screen across from her, she didn't register a

time Hawthorne finished in the kitchen and came out, Gwyneth had already fallen asleep curled up on the

was now blaring some late-night commercial for condoms and

then grabbed the remote and flicked the screen off. He scooped Gwyneth up

lamp, filling the

and out of sleep until the middle of the night, when she

glass door, the outline of a man's figure caught her off guard, sending heat rushing to

dare make

buried herself under

hard she tried, she couldnt banish that image from her mind,

what would happen

she

her eyes shut, determined to pretend to be asleep no matter what she heard