The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 613

"How could this be-?"

The woman standing nearby was visibly anxious. Although she thought Gwyneth looked almost perfect in the dress-better, in fact, than any of the models they'd hired—she couldn't help but worry. The models were all willowy and thin, but none of them could fill out the fabric with the same graceful elegance as Gwyneth.

Both women seemed tense, waiting for Hawthorne's verdict.

This boutique had been a family legacy for generations, one of the many businesses under the Everhart name. Hawthorne was now the 106th generation to carry the torch. The woman had devoted over a decade of her life to this place, and earning her boss's approval was the pinnacle of her career.

Hawthorne gently took Gwyneth's hand, his voice calm but his eyes alight with warmth. "How could it not be? You look stunning. Pick out a few more you like- there's no rush, we have all the time in the world."

He'd cleared his schedule for the day, deciding to spend it entirely with Gwyneth.

Relief finally softened the woman's features. She hovered close by as Gwyneth browsed, only relaxing when Gwyneth had chosen six dresses and insisted she didn't want any more.

Without missing a beat, Hawthorne gestured to an entire rack of tailored gowns. "Box up the whole collection-styles for spring, summer, fall, and winter. That should be about three garment bags. Have them delivered to my place this afternoon."

eyes widened in shock. She tugged gently at

really not necessary. You already sent so many to my house last time—I'll never get

even if she wore a new dress every single day, it would take her three years to work through his gifts. This was starting to feel less like shopping

collection. If you ever want more, you can just come by and

for a moment, trying to process what he'd said. "Wait a

have a hand in tea, porcelain, art restoration pretty much

her admiration for him deepening

years, so many people had abandoned their heritage

treasures passed

their ancestors.

ve

preserve them, generation after generation. The care

at the elegant dress she wore. "It's perfect on you-no

young wife looked ethereal, her dark hair cascading like silk and the simple, form-fitting gown highlighting her silhouette. Even