The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 639

"Are you tired?"

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, as if cherishing her.

Gwyneth felt herself melt at his tenderness, her heart turning to utter softness.

"I'll do all the work later, don't worry."

The words made Gwyneth bury her face in his chest, mortified. Even though she knew no one could overhear them, and even if the staff did, they'd pretend not to, she still wished she could dig a hole in the floor and disappear.

And it was broad daylight, too. Saying something like that-she'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again.

Hawthorne looked down at her, amused by her bashfulness, his laughter shaking his whole frame.

From her vantage point, Gwyneth could see the line of Hawthorne's throat, the strong curve of his jaw, the lowered lashes, his sharp nose, and those distractingly sensual lips.

She pressed her ear to his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat- like a metronome. As they drew closer to the upstairs bedroom, she could feel his pulse quicken.

nerves and embarrassment

on the bed. Gwyneth rolled toward the center,

moments later, she heard water running in the bathroom and assumed Hawthorne was taking a

and the sight startled her. She stammered, "You-you

meant to ask if

scooped her out from under the

wasn't as tireless as usual. He

three hours, he stopped, simply

even experienced so much as

singularly focused on restoring the Everhart family.

should have been his

was interested in everything except business. Hawthorne had

ruthless struggle had farsoft

to take charge as a teenager, cleaning

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