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

being heard.

Uncle," she sighed, "it's been a while since you and Auntie

I'll leave you two

to make herself scarce—their eyes were practically

Gwyneth was about to

her to it.

have Hans drive you

shot her uncle a resentful look. It had taken her

he'd snatched her away, leaving Leonie

Hawthorne swept Gwyneth

unconcerned about

stormed out, fuming as she

in each other, they'd forgotten all

their perpetually single friend,

and Hawthorne spent a passionate night

woke to find the space beside her

never liked waking

bed with him.

then her eyes landed on the clock hanging on the

sat up

with a message from

you feeling? Did I hurt

reading the first line made Gwyneth's cheeks turn scarlet.

arranged for Hans to call HR and

her leave for the day. She could rest at

takes a day off

get out of bed,

toppled onto the

to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive.

off

her morning routine, applied

down. Feeling refreshed and

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

butler watched Gwyneth

the dining

a dignified lady

like the