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.

all, when two people are such a perfect match,

out clothes, Hawthorne naturally reached for Gwyneth's hand as they walked to the car. She took

the fine stubble along his jaw and the

chests almost brushing, it seemed they could both hear

the silence.

nerves, he couldn't

him; her composure had even surprised

an undeniable intensity. For all his handsome features, he was never the approachable type-anyone struck by his good looks would immediately

"I'm fine."

the fresh air would cool the

was just that, whenever she faced him, she couldn't help but

the contours of her face: brows like

her averted gaze, he reached out and gently turned her face

"Gwyn-"

puzzled, expecting him to say something else. Instead, all she got was a quiet, "Never mind," before