The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 607

"Yeah."

Gwyneth answered softly, then suddenly sneezed. Hawthorne noticed the window was open nearly all the way-a habit of the housekeeper, who liked to air out the rooms when no one was home. But at night, with the spring chill still lingering, the cold draft could make anyone miserable.

Spring hadn't quite given way to warmth yet; the air was damp and raw, a late cold snap settling in. Hawthorne frowned, realizing the room was colder than it should be.

He scooped Gwyneth into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. The tub was already full-he'd meant for them to take a bath together, but that plan was out the window now. Tonight, she'd have the bath to herself.

He gave her some warm tea to drink before bringing her in. Gwyneth clutched her stomach, pain coming in waves, each stronger than the last.

"Drink a little more," he urged gently. "Cramps can be rough. At least the heat will help."

Her face flushed bright red, embarrassment burning in her cheeks. She couldn't help but think she must be a disappointment right now. Things between them were finally starting to heat up, but her period had to come at the worst possible moment.

slipped into the bath. Hawthorne lingered nearby, ready to help. Gwyneth, mortified at the idea of undressing in

a teasing smile softening his features. "What

had more self-control than she gave him credit for

warm bath, Gwyneth finally started to feel human again.

warm tucked beneath the covers—a heating pad resting against her stomach.

period was coming, I never would have pushed you

Maybe the stress had

handsome brows drawn together in concern, though his expression

right," he said, standing up. "Just rest for the next

to leave, Gwyneth's hand shot out to grab his arm. "You're still going to

a little clingy when they're not feeling well, and Gwyneth

be asleep, so I didn't call. There's another one tonight, but I came home during the day just to