The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 610

Hawthorne stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, only to find Gwyneth sitting on the bed, wide-eyed and lost in thought.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, his tone gentle as he reached out to playfully pinch her nose. His gaze was soft, full of quiet affection.

Gwyneth didn't dare admit what she'd really been thinking-that she was wondering how it would feel to be with this strong, undeniably attractive man lying beside her. She was inexperienced, and all she'd ever heard was that a woman's first time hurt, but that, afterward, there was pleasure waiting on the other side.

She looked at Hawthorne, a mix of anticipation and nervousness fluttering inside her.

"Nothing," she replied quickly, shaking her head. There was no way she could say any of that out loud.

A moment later, the butler arrived with a glass of warm milk-Gwyneth was certain Hawthorne had requested it for her.

He took it from the tray and handed it to her himself. "Drink this. It'll help you sleep."

Obediently, Gwyneth accepted the glass. When she'd finished, Hawthorne lay down beside her, automatically pulling her into his arms, holding her close.

deep, reassuring voice, "We'll talk about everything else once

rich, gentle timbre of his words soothed her, as if someone had pressed pause on all her worries, her thoughts

what he meant by "once you're feeling better"-but with Hawthorne at her side, she felt safer than she had in a long time. The world blurred at the edges as she fought to keep her eyes open. She wanted to say

next morning, Hawthorne didn't leave for work as usual. When Gwyneth came downstairs for breakfast, she

stayed here before, it was always the house staff who prepared

his profile strong and defined. Even in casual clothes, he exuded a kind of easy power and vitality. Broad shoulders, lean waist-he looked better than any man she'd

up. Gwyneth stood before him,

frowned. "You

nodded, sheepish. “Yeah, it'd been days. I couldn't

thought her hair must have smelled terrible

up and made a beeline for

you know you're still recovering? Go back

off his kitchen gloves, washed and dried his

her.