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.

calm as ever. He set aside

do,

the room was plunged into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, Gwyneth felt him settle down next to her and, without a word, wrap his arms

smelled faintly of soap and

sleep," he

further moves, just held her

subtle strength of his embrace, she

out to exhaustion, and eventually, she drifted off, her

were gone, replaced by a dream where someone held her hand

the window, only to find herself face-to-face with Hawthorne's striking features. Startled,

Hawthorne still had his arm around

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

she really shouldn't have. Hawthorne's brow furrowed in