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."

up? Hawthorne pinched

she'd need

enough, just slender. Honestly, she ate

her own cheek, feigning a pout.

Hawthorne to hide the smile tugging at his

in Greenvale, I'll cook

extra energy if they were going to start

more,

for

and Celia were huddled together,

you think she's upset because you said Hawthorne might not come yesterday?" Chris

who said that. Weren't you the one who claimed she didn't deserve our big

her father-in-law but caught the

two

were a

on the other hand, were chatterboxes who couldn't go three

spoke a word to

as soon as he was home with Celia,

for days

honestly couldn't tell who

tal after. McNeil wasn't

herself was the picture of calm.

little guiltily. "Maybe you should give Gwyn

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