The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Gwyneth was completely absorbed in her reading when her phone buzzed with a new message. Her first thought was that it might be Connor-she dreaded the idea, so she didn't dare check it right away.

Several seconds passed before she finally, almost reluctantly, fished out her phone. It turned out the message was from Hawthorne.

“There's an auction in Greenvale tomorrow. I need you to attend for me.”

Her curiosity was instantly piqued.

An auction usually meant expensive jewelry or antiques.

She'd wandered through his villa several times, and aside from a few valuable artifacts, she hadn't noticed any particular obsession on his part for collecting things.

"Is it a gift for someone?" she replied, thinking that was the only reasonable explanation.

He sent back a brief, indifferent "Yeah."

Gwyneth agreed right away. After all, she'd been tagging along with him like a freeloader for so long; it felt good to finally do something helpful.

They chatted for a while longer, until he suddenly asked, "It's late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

She hesitated, just about to reply, when another message popped up: “Get some rest. Goodnight."

For some reason, Gwyneth felt a little let down. It took her several minutes before she texted back a simple, "Okay."

Hawthorne exited the chat and stared

it, the camera was fixed on a

slicing through the screen, as

hadn't come to France with

now, he had

were trouble when they had too much free time, and

get bored; he needed to keep her occupied with things that would

video: Marcus Green's nephew, who'd moved to Greenvale from Starfall City more

Starfall City-Gwyneth's

the hotel sofa for over three hours, and

turned off

***

Leonie was still fast asleep, Gwyneth

to see her coming downstairs, especially since she was

aver

and formal, brows drawn

left yesterday and wasn't

wearing a simple work outfit. Now, at

so impeccably

the affairs

showed his- professionalism: ten minutes later,