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."

embarrassed and decided not to tease her

it wouldn't have

shock, she thought. She'd assumed he'd be away for much longer. Apart from herself, nobody knew Hawthorne kept in touch with her every day. To everyone else,

about him. Chris and Celia had never really approved of Hawthorne in the first place; with him gone for so long, they worried he'd

to laugh. Did her family really think she was incapable

figurine from a popular

wrong? Don't

wide-eyed doll he handed her, unsure how to

to say whether she liked

twitched. "I like it.

are

mind. Frankly, just looking at it made him want to roll his eyes. It had been Leonie's

family and announce his marriage to Gwyneth. They'd be throwing a reception at

had been utterly stunned by the news,

was just as

bachelor only

up to this,

Gwyneth suddenly remembered that