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

hoping her voice sounded casual. Hawthorne ruffled her hair. "Alright,

"No-!"

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

calm smile.

have to put off your

her a cool glance. "No, I'll be back the next day. I was supposed to stay a few days, but with the helicopter, it's a quick trip. Hans will handle

night. That was enough for

you miss me?" she teased, leaning

his arms. Her heart raced as she

ahead, Hawthorne only made love to her twice

a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering for

buzzing-Hawthorne, calling from the helicopter. He spoke only briefly before hanging up, promising to

set for the afternoon, perfectly timed to avoid any overlap with

racetrack was different from

known, but

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