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

mouth, wanting to say something, but realized

being heard.

sighed, "it's been a while since you

I'll leave

to make herself scarce—their eyes were practically

other. As Gwyneth was about to invite her to

her to it.

I'll have Hans drive

look. It had taken her

snatched her away, leaving

Gwyneth into

entirely unconcerned about what

purse and stormed out, fuming as she

each other, they'd forgotten all about her.

care about her, their perpetually

Hawthorne spent a passionate night together.

the

frowned in mild displeasure—she never liked waking

bed with him.

then her eyes landed on the clock hanging on

she sat up

with a message

are you feeling? Did

first line made Gwyneth's

arranged for Hans

the day. She could rest at home—no need to go

mortified. Who takes a day off

get out of bed,

onto

to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive. Maybe

day off

hurried through her morning routine, applied a touch of makeup, and let

tumble down. Feeling refreshed

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

watched

the dining room,

a dignified

the girl