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.

was indeed coming

didn't seem like a big deal," she replied, hoping her voice sounded casual. Hawthorne ruffled her hair. "Alright, if you really can't make it,

"No-!"

chest. If Hawthorne didn't go to France, she'd

herself and forced a calm smile. Lying this smoothly was

your work for me. Besides,

back the next day. I was supposed to stay a few days, but with the helicopter, it's

That was enough for

me?" she teased,

his arms.

flight ahead, Hawthorne only made love to her twice that night-but Gwyneth

he left, she was still asleep. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before slipping

of her phone buzzing-Hawthorne, calling from the helicopter. He spoke only briefly before

the afternoon, perfectly

racetrack was different from

she'd known,

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