The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

On this point, Hawthorne and Gwyneth were perfectly in sync. He preferred peace and quiet over crowds and chaos, and so did she.

If it weren't for worrying about hurting her mom and great-grandfather's feelings, Gwyneth honestly felt that just signing the marriage certificate would have been enough a wedding ceremony didn't really matter to her.

Hawthorne took his wife home, leaving Leonie and the Everharts behind with reluctant looks.

Stepping back into their place, Gwyneth was immediately struck by how familiar it felt. The apartment in Starfall City was practically identical to this one.

"Great-grandpa really put his heart into this," she couldn't help but think.

"I need to head to the office. You should rest at home," Hawthorne said, instructing someone to bring in their luggage. The butler greeted Gwyneth with a respectful, "Ma'am."

The title made her squirm a bit.

"I could go to the office, too. It gets awfully boring here alone," she said. What was she supposed to do—just stare at the walls and wait for him to come back every day?

considered it for a moment and agreed. "You'll go back to your old department. Your desk

department, everyone was stunned

been all this time? Did the heiress drag you

to family connections, which had always put

reason. She had no intention of telling anyone at work about her marriage-it would only make

knowing she was married to the boss. She didn't want to become

edge to their tone. "It's been weird lately-the boss has been MIA, too. He's a workaholic, practically lives here, but he's been out

Gwyneth returned, so did Mr.

had it they'd arrived at the same time, and even rode in together

couple of vague excuses. Having work to do made the days fly

work just as

office. Before getting in, Gwyneth glanced around nervously,

being seen with me

good enough to go public? Did she