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.

your brother and sister-in-law say anything?"

awkward on her tongue. In less than a month, she'd jumped a whole generation in titles-now Leonie was her niece, too. It all felt so strange, especially since she

when I'm

to take Gwyneth straight back to Greenvale. They could return to Starfall City for a celebration

friends. Hawthorne had suggested they keep things simple, but both of them had flatly refused. Their son was finally getting married;

party seemed the bare minimum, and

them down. He let

something small and

"Oh..." Gwyneth stared numbly

since she'd

her brain

to short-circuit. All

do now was go along with his

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

Let's talk upstairs. It's

obediently followed him up to her