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
them, the new mistress wasn't
as well.
hours, most of the painting was done. Gwyneth felt a little
tea and picked out a few of
earlier that the butler had sent tea out for her. Even after
hot, thanks to the clever black stone slab beneath
warm, but never too hot-so her tea
at the perfect temperature, the
things in her
and feeding the fish a
block of red sealing wax, ready to
stamp.
she hadn't brought much with her.
quiet place to rest and hadn't planned on staying long,
she packed light.
job here had been demanding, leaving her with little time to pick up
slower pace of life. She'd thrown herself into work, hoping
of old wounds she preferred not
or carving-losing herself in
-could she find peace.
delicate neck seemed to glow in the
her hands,
the stamp just as she'd
as a
her great-grandfather's house and
at his collection
old-fashioned stamps and seals.
let her play with them,
learned
more she practiced,
fascinated she
traditional designs.
visited and
more, her great-grandfather would
feign forgetfulness, muttering about
poor memory and pretending
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