The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 621

Ever since Hawthorne bluntly told Yvette to mind her own business, Gwyneth's days at the office had become noticeably easier.

Her relationship with Hawthorne was warming, too—a slow, steady thaw.

"I'm taking you to France tomorrow," he announced one night.

Gwyneth's heart stuttered. She remembered her promise to Connor and, for the first time, felt a pang of guilt.

"I have something tomorrow,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. "Someone commissioned a painting. I promised I'd finish it for them."

Hawthorne's brows knitted. "A commission? You're taking freelance work besides your concept art here?"

Gwyneth had no choice but to double down. "Yeah, I took it before I joined your company. It's for a client-he lost his wife and wants a portrait to remember her by. It's almost done; the deadline's right around the corner. I don't want to hold

him up."

"I don't remember you mentioning this before," Hawthorne said, skeptical.

commission like that, and the deadline was indeed coming up—just not for another week. She was simply moving

a big deal," she replied, hoping her voice sounded casual. Hawthorne ruffled her hair. "Alright, if you

"No-!"

France, she'd never find time to keep her

forced a calm smile.

put off your work for me.

day. I was supposed to stay a

was enough for what

me?" she teased,

into his arms. Her heart raced as she melted

ahead, Hawthorne only made love to her twice that night-but Gwyneth was still thoroughly

kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before slipping out into the

of her phone buzzing-Hawthorne, calling from the helicopter. He

was set for the afternoon, perfectly

racetrack was different from

known,

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