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

being heard.

a

leave

make herself scarce—their eyes

other. As Gwyneth was about to invite

her to it.

I'll have Hans

look. It had taken her

snatched her away, leaving Leonie

swept Gwyneth into

about

purse and stormed out,

each other, they'd forgotten

their perpetually single friend, at

spent a passionate night together.

woke to find the space

displeasure—she never liked

bed with him.

eyes landed on the clock

she sat up

with

are you feeling? Did I hurt you last

made Gwyneth's cheeks turn scarlet.

that Hawthorne had already arranged for Hans to call HR and take

for the day. She could

off for something like this? But as

out of bed, her

onto the

really

off

applied a touch of makeup, and

down. Feeling refreshed

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

watched Gwyneth

the dining

dignified lady of

like the