The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Yvette tried to stop Hawthorne, but Hans stepped in to block her path.

"Miss Yvette, please, let's be reasonable."

Her heels clicked to a halt. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Hans couldn't exactly spill the truth—that Mr. Everhart and Gwyneth were already

married. The couple hadn't made any public announcement, and as an assistant,

he'd sooner lose his job ten times over than leak something like that.

"Use your head," he said, tapping his temple. While Yvette stood there, stunned

and speechless, Hans hurried after Hawthorne.

It took Yvette a few minutes to process what just happened. Then it hit her—

Gwyneth must have seduced Hawthorne. That had to be it. Why else would a

man like Hawthorne keep someone as troublesome as Gwyneth around the

company?

Back at her desk, Gwyneth had barely settled in when Hans came looking for her.

"Ma'am, Mr. Everhart is waiting in the lounge," he murmured, voice so low it was

almost a whisper.

Curious coworkers pricked up their ears, but Hans was too discreet. Gwyneth

stood and followed him out.

Inside the lounge, Hawthorne sat fidgeting with an unlit cigarette, his usual

As soon

her into his arms.

hurt? Did anyone threaten

quickly

heard about the accident.

told you, didn't

else could it

planning to

to kidnap you. Did anything

like something happened to me?

was just messing around. He had me drive the car to the office,

cab

"He just left?" Hawthorne's

It couldn't

Word was, the

kid with

pay for damages, and

What was he

come to the office, you either come

drive you," he

own driving days

not like she couldn't afford to fix

out, his sternness

of affection.

sweetheart. Sports cars aren't meant for girls, especially

just

all, she was a two-time relay world

there

car, I'll get you

miles an hour."

already picture it: a cartoonish electric car, huge and

with some ridiculous antenna