The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 614

She never cared for loud rock concerts. Instead, she preferred the opera, symphony performances, and piano recitals—a trait she shared, quite astonishingly, with Hawthorne.

The woman gave an awkward smile. Beyond her understanding of clothes, she knew little else, but she tried to make small talk anyway. She simply couldn't stand the feeling of being completely ignored by Hawthorne.

Before meeting Mrs. Everhart, she used to think a man like Hawthorne would be best matched with a woman like herself: someone with a touch of old-world charm, who could also support his career.

Of course, she'd seen the vice president who worked alongside Hawthorne, but that woman always struck her as far too much of a power player-surely not Hawthorne's type.

Yet after meeting Gwyneth today, she had to admit defeat.

The difference between them was stark: age, education, the way Gwyneth carried herself, her poise, her effortless grace. It all brought to mind those lines-softly blossoming, radiant in her prime, a woman worthy of a happy home.

She fell short by more than a little.

While Hawthorne and Gwyneth chatted quietly together, the woman wisely stepped aside and kept her distance.

are such a perfect match, any third party is simply

as they walked to the car. She took the passenger seat, and he leaned

could see the fine stubble along his jaw and the gentle

straightened up, their chests almost brushing, it seemed

the first to break the

Gwyneth's nerves, he couldn't help but

him; her composure had even surprised Hawthorne himself, since no one else ever managed to remain

all his handsome features, he was never

"I'm fine."

window, hoping the fresh air would cool the heat rising

exactly afraid of him. It was just that, whenever she faced him, she couldn't

eyes traced the contours of her face: brows like distant hills, lips naturally rosy-altogether,

he reached out and gently

"Gwyn-"

to say something else. Instead, all she got was a quiet, "Never mind," before his lips pressed