The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 588

Gwyneth Langford let out a small sigh of resignation. "Chris, Celia, how about we check out that exhibit later?"

She'd promised to spend time with them, but it kept getting pushed back. Celia, still very much a child, had already forgotten about being upset.

"Sure!" Celia beamed, grabbing Gwyneth's hand and looking to Chris. "Are you coming?"

Chris tried to keep up his aloof act, managing a dismissive huff. It lasted all of three seconds before he obediently trailed after them.

Watching the three kids together, Victoria Turner noticed how much brighter Gwyneth's smile had become.

"Have you noticed how much Gwyn has changed since coming back with Hawthorne?" she remarked.

Thorpe Langford sat on the sofa, sipping his tea, nostalgia softening his expression. "I have. She's different, isn't she?"

Victoria settled beside him. "He's the one you mentioned the family friend's son she was promised to as a child?"

distant. "I wanted to wait until Gwyn was home to talk to her about it. But honestly, I was never sure it would work out. McNeil made some reckless choices when he was younger-almost cost my old friend his family's entire future. After that, how could I have the nerve to bring up an old engagement? And

villa he gifted Gwyneth and Hawthorne had actually been bought years ago by the old family friend, back when the Langfords were nowhere near as prominent as the Everharts. The old man had taken a shine to young McNeil and Victoria's daughter,

the arrangement, but never bothered telling Victoria about it. She and McNeil had enough on their plates, and Thorpe had little interest in stirring up

old guard in Starfall City

substance. Gwyneth, too, needed to face some challenges; the shallow, restless city was never going to be the place for

was pleased. Hawthorne's calm steadiness was a perfect match for Gwyneth, who'd always been fiercely independent. Even Victoria herself couldn't get close to her daughter's heart, but somehow,

way Gwyneth looked at him—there was no faking that kind of affection. Victoria felt her eyes sting. Her daughter was grown now and would eventually leave. The thought

the arrangement?" she asked,

shrugged. "Hard to say. That boy's even

fully trusted Thorpe's so-called wisdom. Gwyneth brought a man home, and before she even had

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