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."

voice sounded especially

"I will."

the comforting tone of an

Gwyneth secretly enjoyed it.

do you

You girls all like perfume, handbags, and

it. Truthfully, there wasn't anything she needed or even particularly desired. Anything she could possibly want, the Langford

you want one of those collectible figurines?" he suggested,

the appeal of those odd

she kept and the other, matching

protest, "No, really, I don't need anything. Just come

for a moment.

few more

was filled with the comforting

food, but

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

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

Most of the fat had been skimmed off, leaving a

as Leonie heard that Hawthorne was gone, she