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."

he trying to fatten her up? Hawthorne pinched her cheek

a baby, she'd need to put on

was curvy enough, just slender. Honestly, she ate more with

cheek, feigning a pout. "Am I really

Hawthorne to hide the smile tugging

I'll cook your favorites

energy if they were going to

anything more,

the old family house, Victoria and the patriarch were still waiting for her. Gwyneth had breakfast with them every morning, but today she was running

were

think she's upset because you said Hawthorne might not

that. Weren't you the one who

with her father-in-law but caught the

you two fussing about

were a handful-nothing

sighed. 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.

spoke a word

as he

days

honestly couldn't

tal after. McNeil wasn't

herself was the picture of calm. How did she end up with

replied, a little guiltily. "Maybe you should give Gwyn a

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