The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

"What's going on?"

Gwyneth still had her fork and knife in hand as Hawthorne dabbed his mouth with a napkin. "I'll go take a look. Finish your breakfast, or you'll be late."

Hawthorne headed downstairs while Gwyneth hurriedly finished her milk, concern etched on her face as she trailed after him.

It wasn't long before she saw one of the housekeepers approaching, carrying a tiny, scruffy puppy. Hawthorne frowned. "Where did that come from?"

The housekeeper looked uneasy. "I'm not sure when, but there's a hole by the garden wall. It must have crawled in through there."

Except for the koi in the pond, Hawthorne almost never allowed pets in the house. He found them troublesome and preferred a quiet home; cats and dogs were too noisy for his taste.

"Get rid of it," he said coolly.

The housekeeper, well aware of Hawthorne's mood, quickly grabbed the puppy by the scruff and made for the door.

"Wait."

Gwyneth was now at the foot of the stairs, realizing they'd been chasing after a stray puppy. It didn't look like any particular breed, and its pitiful eyes and dirty fur tugged at her heart.

want to keep it?" Hawthorne's brow was still

you think it's just so tiny and

to take the puppy, but Hawthorne

to a pet shop and get you one. But not this one. Stray dogs

it to the vet,

little thing abandoned, not when she had a chance

only bring trouble, but Gwyneth's stubborn expression left

Take it to the vet. If

arms around him, forgetting the housekeeper was right there, even happier

"Thank you."

with a sigh. "If I'd said no,

stunned, but

all, it was his house. She just couldn't stand

eyes softened in a way she couldn't quite read. He looked at her for a long moment before speaking quietly. "Once it's cleared by the yet, you can bring it home. Now

was only then that Gwyneth glanced at the clock-eight already. If she didn't

"Alright, I'll go change."

back down to head