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

say something, but realized she didn't stand a

being heard.

been a while since you and Auntie

leave you

knew when to make herself scarce—their eyes were

other. As Gwyneth was about to invite her to stay,

her to it.

have Hans

resentful look. It had taken her ages to get

now he'd snatched her away, leaving

Hawthorne swept Gwyneth into his arms and carried

unconcerned about what Leonie might

purse and stormed out, fuming as

wrapped up in each other, they'd forgotten all about her.

her, their

spent a passionate night together. The

woke to find the space

never liked waking

bed with him.

eyes landed on the clock hanging on

sat up

phone buzzed with

feeling? Did I hurt you

the first line made

Hawthorne had already arranged for Hans to call HR

the day. She could

day off for something like this? But

out of bed, her legs nearly gave out

toppled onto

to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive. Maybe she

off

her morning routine, applied a touch of makeup,

hair tumble down. Feeling refreshed and pretty, she

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

butler watched Gwyneth

dining

a dignified

like the