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 she didn't stand a chance

being heard.

"it's been a

leave

make herself scarce—their

at each other. As Gwyneth was about to invite

her to it.

I'll have Hans drive you

a resentful look. It had taken her ages to get close

her

another word, Hawthorne swept Gwyneth into his arms and carried

unconcerned about what

grabbed her purse and stormed out, fuming as she

up in each other, they'd forgotten all about her.

about her, their perpetually single

and Hawthorne spent a passionate night together.

the space

mild displeasure—she never liked waking

bed with him.

the clock hanging on the wall. It was

sat up

buzzed with a

feeling? Did

line made Gwyneth's

saw that Hawthorne had already arranged for

day. She could rest at home—no need

was mortified. Who takes a day off

to get out of bed, her legs

onto the

to admit—Hawthorne really was

off after

routine, applied a touch of makeup,

hair tumble down. Feeling refreshed and pretty, she

skipped downstairs for breakfast.

butler watched Gwyneth

the dining room, looking

dignified lady of

the girl next