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.

keep it?"

you think it's just

the puppy, but Hawthorne stopped her just

to a pet shop and get you one. But not this one. Stray dogs can carry diseases-we don't know where

it to the vet, can't we? I don't want another

little thing abandoned, not when she

but Gwyneth's stubborn expression left no room

vet. If it's healthy, you can keep

around him, forgetting the housekeeper

"Thank you."

hand with a sigh. "If I'd said no, would you have picked a fight with me over this

but then answered with

it was his house. She just couldn't stand the thought of such a tiny puppy being left out to

cleared by the yet, you can bring it home. Now hurry, you're

Gwyneth glanced at the clock-eight already. If she

"Alright, I'll go change."

back down to head