The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 591

"There are still some activities at school, so I won't be joining you guys," Chris said as he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

Celia hesitated for a moment, glancing apologetically at Gwyneth. "Big sis, I signed up for the FSA exams too. I probably won't be able to keep you company either."

Gwyneth understood. She'd come home just to check in on them, after all. Victoria and her father were already tucked away to the side, eavesdropping on the kids' conversation, catching every word.

After dinner at the old family house, Gwyneth headed back to her new place.

The porch lights and all the rooms inside were already on. The staff had trickled in over the past few days, which was nice in its own way. Even though Gwyneth usually preferred peace and solitude, a house this big felt less empty with people around-especially with Hawthorne away.

Ever since Hawthorne left, she'd found herself counting the days until he'd return. The idea of him staying with her in Starfall City sounded nice in theory, but deep down she knew it wasn't realistic. She did love the fresh seafood here, and the rhythm of city life, but truth be told, her heart belonged to Greenvale.

Greenvale was perfect for living well-especially in spring and autumn, when the streets were shaded by towering trees and every block looked like something from a painting. The old town, with its vintage charm, was Gwyneth's favorite place in the world.

in love with the warmth and scenery of the south the very first time she visited.

home, she freshened up and then lay in bed with a

Gwyneth picked up, beaming.

His deep, magnetic voice instantly

"Just reading," she replied.

such a peaceful evening-life had been busy, especially with her younger siblings to

you reading? Tell me about

ones Hawthorne liked to read whenever he was home. On the nights he stayed over, she'd catch him flipping through it, and

flipping through some old magazines," she said. Truth be told, she wasn't interested in business gossip or city elites her father had been

do today? Tell me

Hawthorne's tone was gentle,

to a child. Gwyneth thought

routine: running errands with Celia and Chris, wandering around town, just killing time. Nothing worth