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.

been a while since you and Auntie

I'll leave

make herself scarce—their

was about to invite her to stay, Hawthorne

her to it.

Hans

look. It had taken her

he'd snatched her

another word, Hawthorne swept Gwyneth into his arms

unconcerned about

and stormed out,

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

about her, their perpetually single friend, at

a passionate night together. The next

to find the

in mild displeasure—she never liked waking up alone after

bed with him.

landed on the clock hanging on the wall.

she sat up

with a message from

are you feeling? Did I hurt

the first line made

already arranged for Hans to call HR

the day. She could rest at home—no need

a day off

and tried to get out of

toppled onto the

to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive.

off after

morning routine, applied a

down. Feeling refreshed

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

watched Gwyneth

dining room,

a dignified lady of

the girl next