The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 605

Hawthorne's intentions couldn't have been clearer.

"Mr. Sutherland, this is my wife, Gwyneth. I think you must be mistaken."

Hawthorne gave a gentle nudge to the Pop Mart figurine beside him, and Leonie took the hint, striding over to Ethan with a look on her face that said she wanted the floor to swallow her up.

For Ethan, it felt like the sky had just fallen. He'd finally met someone who truly stirred his heart-only to find out she was already married.

"Why don't you get to know my niece? Gwyneth and I need to be somewhere else."

Without hesitation, Hawthorne left Leonie behind. She hadn't expected that. Usually, whenever a man so much as looked her way, Uncle Hawthorne would whisk her off immediately. Today, he just walked away.

"Uncle Hawthorne, aren't you worried I'll run into someone sketchy?"

Leonie sounded genuinely aggrieved, torn between embarrassment in front of Ethan and guilt for dragging her aunt into this mess.

Hawthorne snorted. "If you do, maybe it's just what you need—”

He didn't wait for a reply, simply took Gwyneth by the hand and led her to his car, never glancing back at Leonie.

Gwyneth quietly slid into the back seat; Hawthorne got behind the wheel.

The ride was silent until they hit a red light. Hawthorne braked and looked straight ahead.

"Don't you have something to say to me?"

in the rearview mirror. "Weren't you supposed to be at a meeting? Why'd

halfway to a fraud conviction for a fake marriage,"

this either, but she'd been afraid Leonie would catch all

she murmured, her voice barely above

interested in you. If I hadn't come, what was your

Gwyneth hadn't thought that far. Even if Hawthorne hadn't shown up, she never would've accepted

she said, voice so soft

"Told him what?"

about to let her off the hook, and Gwyneth could

interested, so

even quieter, barely

she had been interested? Would you have married him on

found

then whispered, "I couldn't marry him.

pressed hard against the brake.

at home, Gwyneth let Hawthorne lead

the door behind

"Let's talk," he said.

bright red as she stared down

"Talk about what?"

already covered everything on

what you just said—you're taken