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."

the chat and stared at

and for nearly half of it, the camera was fixed on a man and a woman's

screen, as the shot froze on the pair

this was why Gwyneth hadn't come to France

him. Right now, he had half a mind

the end, he restrained himself. Women were trouble when they had too much free time,

couldn't let his wife get bored; he needed to keep her occupied with

Green's nephew, who'd moved to Greenvale from Starfall City more than a decade

Starfall City-Gwyneth's hometown

sitting on the hotel sofa for

off his

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was still fast

see her coming downstairs, especially since she

aver

brows drawn in

had left yesterday and

wearing a simple work outfit. Now,

so impeccably put-together-where

affairs of the

place to question. Instead, the butler showed his- professionalism: ten minutes later, a lavish