The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 586

"Go take a shower before bed."

A shower?

Just those words alone made Gwyneth's cheeks flush hot. Before she could answer, Hawthorne had already scooped her up in his arms and was carrying her straight to the bathroom. He set her down gently, making sure everything she might need-towel, slippers, and a robe-were neatly arranged for her.

"There are pajamas in the wardrobe. I'll grab a set for you," he said, closing the door quietly behind him. The suite fell into a stillness.

Blushing furiously, Gwyneth turned on the shower. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hardly hear the water.

After showering, she found pajamas waiting just outside the door. She changed at record speed, then peeked into the bedroom. Hawthorne was already in bed, reading a financial magazine, flipping through the pages with his long fingers.

At some point, he'd put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the way the lamp lit up his sharp profile was almost unfairly attractive.

Gwyneth froze for a moment, then obediently walked over.

ever. He set aside

what to do, but eventually slipped under

into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, Gwyneth felt him settle down next to her and, without

and something uniquely him-clean, warm, and

sleep," he

made no further moves, just held her

the first time Gwyneth had ever shared a bed with a man she barely knew. Surrounded by his scent and the subtle strength of his embrace,

and eventually, she

gone, replaced by a dream where someone held her hand and made her feel

sound of birds singing outside the window, only to find herself face-to-face with Hawthorne's striking features. Startled, she nearly tumbled off

his arm around her, or she might have landed

to her mouth, her gaze tracing the sharp lines of his face and the dark lashes fluttering against his cheek. Even asleep his lips were set in a firma, tempting line-she realized, with a jolt, that men could

awkward, she tried to turn over, but her knee bumped into something she really shouldn't have. Hawthorne's brow furrowed in pain, and Gwyneth froze,