The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

"Why waste your breath on someone like that? Just block him already."

Leonie snatched Connor's name from Gwyneth's contacts and tossed him straight into the blocked list before Gwyneth could even react.

"Don't talk to him again. If he really does try to make you pay, don't worry-my uncle has more money than he knows what to do with."

Actually, she should have said he had everything anyone could want—and money was the least of it.

Leonie handed the phone back to Gwyneth.

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Clearly, Hawthorne hadn't doted on Leonie for nothing. That speed-she'd just welded a steel wall around him.

Meanwhile, Connor was still waiting for a reply from Gwyneth. He fired off another message, only to be met with a glaring red exclamation mark.

[This contact requires verification before you can send messages. Please request to add them as a friend.]

Connor, frustrated, nearly hurled his phone across the room-but then he

remembered Gwyneth's messages were still on it. His hand froze mid-air; he just couldn't bring himself to let go.

"Mr. Kaufman, are you all right?"

Laird eyed him with concern; Connor didn't exactly look like a man ready to jump off a bridge.

Let's get back inside

the woman wanted nothing to do with him, he wasn't about to chase

Gwyneth sent him another friend

had barely taken two steps before his

my niece accidentally deleted

smirked. Women—always playing

message wiped the smile right off his face, sending his mood

dodge my responsibility for the car. Let me know what you want, and I'll take care

write him a check, but after a moment's thought, she deleted the message letter by letter

name your price and he'll write you a

“husband" hit Connor like a splinter under the skin-sharp and

quite bring himself to

had unblocked him, his spirits lifted, so he didn't bother

respond, wasn't about to go looking for

need to

then

or make it look like

TV drama, Gwyneth's

some work to finish. Leonie, you keep watching-I'll be in the

was completely absorbed in the show, sniffling and

"Mm, go ahead."

a glance, then headed

domain, painted in cool shades of

had set up