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.

arranged for any staff or housekeepers, so they were left

room," Hawthorne called out. "Go have a drink, maybe watch a little TV to sober up. I'll join

her cheek a gentle pinch before heading off to

away, and-feeling sheepish— slipped into

a tray of snacks and neatly

at dinner 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

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

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

blaring some late-night commercial for condoms and a well- known brand of

the screen off. He scooped Gwyneth

on the bedside lamp, filling the room with a warm,

night,

water from the bathroom, and through the frosted glass door, the outline of a man's figure caught her off guard, sending heat rushing

didn't dare

buried

tried, she couldnt banish that image from her

what would

she

to be