The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 592

Hawthorne frowned the moment he heard her call him "Uncle."

"Still calling me 'Uncle'? Do I look that old to you?"

No man likes being reminded of his age by the woman he loves, and Hawthorne was no exception. Gwyneth was about the same age as Leonie, so calling him "Uncle" made sense before, but now that they were married, it just felt wrong.

Out in the world, his age was considered prime-desirable, even. Yet every time Gwyneth called him "Uncle," it felt like there was a whole generation between them.

Gwyneth's cheeks flushed pink, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.

Hawthorne reached out, gently lifting her chin. He gazed at her intently for a long moment before speaking. "Call me 'darling.""

Gwyneth hesitated, struggling for a second, but finally managed to say it.

"Darling-"

A satisfied smile spread across Hawthorne's face. He coaxed her, "Say it again. A few more times."

By now, Gwyneth's face was scarlet. She quickly changed the subject. "When did you get back? You didn't even tell me."

and decided not to

it wouldn't have been a surprise,

like shock, she thought. She'd assumed he'd be away for much longer. Apart from herself, nobody knew Hawthorne kept in touch

really approved of Hawthorne in the first place; with him gone for

thought made Gwyneth want to laugh. Did her family really think she

a gift he'd been hiding: a collectible figurine from

wrong? Don't like

he handed her, unsure how

to say whether she liked it or not-it

like it. I

now," Hawthorne said. "Girls are fighting

something like this had never crossed his mind. Frankly, just looking at it made him want to

visit the Everhart family and announce his marriage to Gwyneth. They'd be throwing

had been utterly stunned by the

Everhart was just

would be a lifelong bachelor only to find out he'd run

put you up to this, didn't

Gwyneth suddenly remembered that