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."

he trying to fatten her up? Hawthorne pinched her cheek lightly. "No

they wanted to have a baby, she'd need

enough, just slender. Honestly, she ate more

a

gesture made it impossible for Hawthorne to hide the smile tugging

I'll cook your favorites

extra energy if they

didn't say anything more, simply focused on eating

house, Victoria and the patriarch were still waiting for her. Gwyneth had breakfast with them

Celia were huddled

because you said Hawthorne might not

said that. Weren't you the one

had been chatting with her

you two

really were a handful-nothing

never troubled her as a teen; Chris and Celia, on the other hand, were chatterboxes who couldn't go

spoke a

soon as he was home with

days on

couldn't

tal after. McNeil wasn't

she herself was the picture of calm. How did

little guiltily. "Maybe you should give Gwyn

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