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."

to fatten her up? Hawthorne pinched her cheek

have a baby, she'd need to put on

Honestly, she ate more with Hawthorne than she ever had

pinched her own cheek, feigning a pout.

childish gesture made it impossible for Hawthorne to hide the smile tugging at his

I'll

energy if they were going to

more, simply focused on eating

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

Celia were huddled

because you said Hawthorne

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

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

two fussing about

were a handful-nothing

teen; Chris and Celia, on the other hand, were

spoke a

as he was home with Celia,

for days

honestly couldn't tell

tal after. McNeil wasn't

the picture of calm. How did she end up with

replied, a little guiltily. "Maybe you

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