The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

She called them out directly—before meeting each other, both of them were as

cold as ice. Who would've believed that the collision of two glaciers could

somehow turn into a roaring fireplace?

Hawthorne replied with a soft, almost amused tone, "There you go making things

up again. I've always been friendly and warm—when have I ever not smiled?"

Leonie nearly rolled her eyes. Seriously, did her uncle even know what he was

saying? Maybe he should take a good look in the mirror.

As far back as she could remember, she'd never seen him crack a smile.

"My meeting ended last night, but I left early," he continued.

Truth was, he missed his wife terribly. The moment he saw that news article, he

couldn't sit still. If he waited any longer, someone might just swoop in and steal

her away.

After thinking it over, he decided it was better to come home and keep an eye on

things. As long as she was under his watchful gaze, he'd like to see who'd dare

lay a finger on his wife.

Gwyneth was both surprised and a little worried. She'd seen in the news that he

was the president of the Echo City Business Association.

"Is it really okay to leave early? Won't that cause problems?"

Hawthorne gave a soft laugh. If only Leonie weren't still hanging around getting in

the way, he'd have scooped his wife up and kissed her already.

"Of course not."

The two of them just stared at each other, lost in their own world. Leonie opened

to say something, but realized she didn't stand

being heard.

she sighed, "it's been a

I'll leave

make herself scarce—their

at each other. As Gwyneth was about

her to it.

have Hans drive

resentful look. It had taken her ages to get close

snatched her away, leaving Leonie

swept Gwyneth into his arms and carried

entirely unconcerned about what Leonie might

stormed out,

two—so wrapped up in each other, they'd

about her, their perpetually single

a passionate night together. The

woke to find the space beside

never liked waking up alone after

bed with him.

her eyes landed on the clock hanging on

she sat up

phone buzzed with a

are you feeling? Did I hurt you

first line made

for

her leave for the day. She could

takes a day off for something

to get out of bed, her legs nearly

toppled onto

to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive. Maybe she

day off

her morning routine, applied a touch

tumble down. Feeling refreshed

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

watched Gwyneth

the dining room, looking

dignified lady

like the girl next