The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge
Chapter 637
She stood by the edge of the pond, scattering feed for the fish. Winter sunlight
warmed her shoulders, turning her dark hair into a waterfall of glimmering light.
Her long lashes fluttered gently with each breath and movement, and even in
profile, she was strikingly beautiful.
Around the garden, the housekeepers swept and tidied, but whenever the staff
caught sight of the new lady of the house, they couldn't help but marvel inwardly
-Mr. Hawthorne had truly married a beauty.
The butler, noticing how much she enjoyed herself, had refreshments sent out to
the garden. Most of the greenery in the Hawthorne estate had been chosen for
their evergreen resilience, so even in the dead of winter, the grounds felt vibrant
and alive.
After lingering for a while to enjoy the view, Gwyneth made her way to the study to
fetch her easel and paints-especially the precious ultramarine she'd had ground
from lapis lazuli, a gift from Hawthorne himself. He'd bought her all kinds of rare
pigments. At first, she'd hesitated to use them, thinking it a pity to waste such
treasures. Now, she realized it was even more wasteful to let them sit unused.
She set up her easel in the shade of a tree and began to sketch, translating the
garden's lively charm onto canvas.
The staff, never having seen anyone paint before, often found themselves
sneaking glances at her focused expression, then walking away whispering in
To them, the new mistress
as well.
the painting was done. Gwyneth felt a little
tea and picked out a few of her favorite
had sent tea
still piping hot, thanks to the clever black stone slab beneath
warm, but never too hot-so her
at the perfect temperature, the flavor
seen plenty of clever things in her life, so this didn't
pond and feeding the fish
and took out a block of red sealing wax, ready
stamp.
Greenvale, she hadn't brought much with her.
as a quiet place to rest and hadn't planned on staying
she packed light.
leaving her with
a slower pace of life.
would numb the raw edges of old wounds she preferred not
she was painting or carving-losing herself in the careful, steady
-could she find peace.
bowed, her delicate neck seemed to glow in the winter
took on new life in her hands, and
stamp just as
as a child,
her great-grandfather's house and
at his
old-fashioned stamps and seals.
play
learned to carve
The more she practiced,
fascinated she
traditional designs.
she visited and asked
more, her great-grandfather would
feign forgetfulness, muttering about
poor memory
Update Chapter 637 of The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge
Announcement The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge has updated Chapter 637 with many amazing and unexpected details. In fluent writing, In simple but sincere text, sometimes the calm romance of the author Novelxo in Chapter 637 takes us to a new horizon. Let's read the Chapter 637 The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge series here. Search keys: The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge Chapter 637