The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 608

Hawthorne pinned her gently under the covers. "I'm going to make you some lunch. After you eat, I'll have to head out. Be good these next few days- especially don't get into any trouble with Leonie. I'll call you through video chat."

He shot her a warning look, and Gwyneth instinctively shrank her head back, pulling the blanket up to her nose so only her wide, shining eyes peeked out.

The air still carried Hawthorne's distinct scent. Watching him close the door softly behind him, Gwyneth felt a warm glow settle in her chest.

Her stomach throbbed with a dull ache, and before Hawthorne could come back and check on her, she curled up, clutching her abdomen. The pain, though gentle, lulled her into an unplanned nap.

By the time the housekeeper knocked at her door, it was already late afternoon.

"Ma'am, sir made you a whole table of food. When you wake up, please remember to eat."

Before Gwyneth could respond, her phone buzzed-Hawthorne was calling.

"Are you up yet?"

She murmured a soft "mm-hmm," cheeks turning pink as she remembered her inconveniently timed period.

"Eat a good meal."

sounded especially caring through

"I will."

of an adult fussing over a

Gwyneth secretly enjoyed it.

gift do you want? I'll bring you

"There's an auction after the conference. You girls all like perfume, handbags, and jewelry. Is there anything

particularly desired. Anything she could possibly want, the Langford family could provide with barely

of those collectible figurines?" he suggested,

never quite understand the appeal

from Hawthorne himself-which she kept and the other, matching with Leonie,

he was teasing her, Gwyneth hurried to protest, "No, really, I don't need anything.

silent for a moment.

for a few more minutes before hanging

dining room was filled with the

food, but there

of seafood-her usual favorite. Hawthorne always made sure there was

no cold-natured foods," the housekeeper explained. “He made lamb, beef,

on a pot of chicken soup. Most of the fat had been skimmed off, leaving a clear, golden broth dotted with

was