The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 604

Leonie finally managed to drag Gwyneth out of the restaurant, though Gwyneth still looked dazed.

"Did you really see your Uncle Hawthorne?"

She was skeptical-after all, hadn't she just seen news about him attending a conference in Echo City yesterday? How could he possibly turn up here, of all places?

"I'm telling you, it was definitely Uncle Hawthorne. If he finds out I brought you here for a blind date, he'll kill me."

Leonie shivered, feeling a chill run down her neck. Gwyneth pulled off the oversized mascot head she'd been wearing, just as Ethan finished paying and hurried after them.

"Leonie, what's going on?"

He stared at the two of them-one in a giant bobblehead costume, the other holding her own head under her arm-completely bewildered by the scene.

Gwyneth, still posing as Leonie, hadn't expected Ethan to follow them out. The Leonie bobblehead behind her jabbed her in the rear.

"Mr. Sutherland, I—"

"No need to be so formal. Our families go way back. Just call me Ethan. Honestly, I'm very interested in you, and I'd like to get to know you better. What do you think of me?"

ever. To him, Gwyneth was nothing like the other girls he'd met—she was effortlessly beautiful and carried herself with quiet grace. Even her hands, her hair, spoke of elegance. The moment she'd

he'd been searching for. Gwyneth, caught off guard,

given him the wrong impression? Did he not realize she was trying

stepped protectively in front of Gwyneth. "Sorry, but my aunt isn't interested in

from Gwyneth to the bobblehead at her side, absolutely

What do

to just cut to the

match. Our families know each other well. If you're willing, why don't we just make it

"Make what official?"

she suddenly felt herself tipping to the side. An arm reached out, steadying her, and she nearly stumbled right

face flushed bright red. She tried to make@ run for it, but Hawthorne caught her by the collar, her legs kicking helplessly in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut,

shock as the woman he'd just fallen for was swept into another man's embrace. He was about to protest when he blinked sure his eyes were playing tricks on

supposed to

dawned on him—maybe Hawthorne doted on Leonie so much he treated

like his own daughter.

Ethan stepped forward, addressing

Hawthorne respectfully. "Mr.