The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 595

Chapter 595

She hurried out of bed and dashed downstairs, uncertain where Hawthorne had gone—maybe out for a run, maybe something else—

It wasn't until she heard the sounds coming from the kitchen that Gwyneth relaxed and drifted over. There he was.

Hawthorne looked up the moment she entered, catching sight of Gwyneth at the doorway.

"You're up. I made breakfast-come and eat."

There was a spread on the table: a steaming bowl of nourishing soup, golden

fried dumplings, freshly ground soy milk, toast, and eggs.

So he'd gotten up early just to make her breakfast?

Gwyneth wandered to the dining table. Hawthorne pulled out her chair for her and

set her plate in front of her with quiet care.

"Coffee or milk? I've got soy milk ready, too."

Gwyneth eyed the soy milk and said, "This is perfect for me."

She glanced at the dough still rising on the counter-was he really planning to make homemade doughnuts, too?

"Don't go overboard, I can't eat that much."

fatten her up? Hawthorne pinched her cheek lightly. "No way, you're far too

a baby, she'd need to

enough, just slender. Honestly, she ate more with Hawthorne than she ever

her own cheek, feigning a pout. "Am I

impossible for Hawthorne to hide the

back in Greenvale, I'll cook your favorites

need the extra energy if they were going to

didn't say anything more, simply focused

and the patriarch were still waiting for her. Gwyneth had breakfast with

were

upset because you said Hawthorne might not

"You were the one who said that. Weren't

chatting with her father-in-law but caught the kids'

are you two

a

Gwyn had never troubled her as a teen; Chris and Celia, on the other hand, were chatterboxes who couldn't go three days without an argument.

a word

he was

for days on

honestly couldn't tell

tal after. McNeil wasn't

picture of calm.

guiltily. "Maybe you should give Gwyn a

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