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.

into the bath. Hawthorne lingered nearby, ready to help. Gwyneth, mortified at

a teasing smile softening his features. "What are

for especially right now, when she was clearly

in the warm bath, Gwyneth finally started to feel human again. The heat eased the pain,

curled up in bed, she found something warm tucked beneath the covers—a heating pad resting against her stomach. The gentle warmth

known your period was coming, I never would

Maybe the stress

handsome brows drawn together in concern, though

standing up. "Just rest

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

and Gwyneth was no exception. Without meaning to, she

I didn't call. There's another one tonight, but