The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 593

The only decent thing his niece had done in her twenty-something years, Hawthorne thought wryly, was to bring him a wife.

"You told your uncle and aunt everything about us, right?" he asked.

Gwyneth glanced at Hawthorne, feeling something was off. She hesitated, her cheeks burning. Hawthorne nodded, "Yeah, I told them. At first, they were surprised, but then they were happy for us."

They'd listened to his story like it was some wild fairy tale, asking whether he was serious or if he'd somehow coerced her.

Hawthorne hadn't been thrilled with those words. He was, after all, Greenvale's most eligible bachelor. Gwyneth marrying him-how could anyone think he'd forced her? Couldn't it just be that she wanted to?

He'd given only the briefest summary of how things had unfolded between them; nothing earth-shattering, just something that felt natural, if a bit sudden.

He couldn't explain why, but after bringing Gwyneth home, marriage was suddenly all he could think about. Once the Langfords started dropping hints, he felt even more uneasy about leaving her alone in Starfall City.

This was Gwyneth's home, but if he left, what was to stop the Langford family from immediately arranging her marriage to some well-bred family more "suitable" in their eyes? Better to snatch her up himself before anyone else could.

No coercion, no force—though maybe a little sweet-talking and persuasion. In any case, she was his now.

um, did your brother and sister-in-law

tongue. In less than a month, she'd jumped a whole generation in titles-now Leonie

I'm bringing

to Starfall City for

the wedding at a frenzied pace—booking a venue, inviting relatives and friends. Hawthorne had suggested they keep things simple, but both of them had flatly refused. Their son was finally getting married; the whole clan needed to

bare minimum, and

talking them down. He let them

for something small and

"Oh..." Gwyneth stared numbly

Ever since she'd laid

her brain

to short-circuit.

was go along

say more, but she only managed a vague little sound. Sighing inwardly, he

on. Let's talk upstairs. It's

followed him up