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?"

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 now my friend's gone, I didn't

say was that the 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, calling her clever and bright. McNeil's father had scoffed at the idea, saying the man

the arrangement, but never bothered telling Victoria about it. She and McNeil had enough on their plates, and

changed. The old guard in Starfall City looked down on

face some challenges;

for Gwyneth, who'd always been fiercely independent. Even Victoria herself couldn't get close to her daughter's

no faking that kind of affection. Victoria felt her eyes sting. Her

Hawthorne know about the arrangement?" she asked, realizing it

say. That boy's even harder to read than

brought a man home, and before she even had time to process it, the two had already registered

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Thorpe was dropping

she could get along with just about anyone

old fox. If she wasn't