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

wanting to say something, but realized

being heard.

"it's been a while since you and

leave you two

make herself

Gwyneth was about to

her to it.

have Hans

uncle a resentful look. It had taken

her away, leaving Leonie

swept Gwyneth into his arms and carried

unconcerned about what Leonie might

purse and stormed out, fuming

other, they'd

their perpetually single

and Hawthorne spent a passionate night together.

to find the space beside her

frowned in mild displeasure—she never liked waking up alone

bed with him.

the clock hanging on the wall. It was

sat up

phone buzzed with a

feeling? Did I hurt you

made Gwyneth's cheeks

saw that Hawthorne had already arranged for Hans to call

leave for the day. She could

takes a day off for

to get out of bed, her legs nearly gave

onto the

really was impressive.

off

her morning routine, applied a touch of makeup, and

hair tumble down. Feeling

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

butler watched

the dining

dignified lady

like the girl next