The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 651

Chapter 651

By the time Hawthorne stepped out of Yvette's grandfather's house, the city lights were already blinking awake. Passing a cozy bakery, he picked up Gwyneth's favorite pastries, planning to bring them home for her to enjoy.

Halfway back, his phone rang. Hawthorne glanced at the caller ID, and a visible shiver rippled through him.

Hans, watching from the rearview mirror, caught the change in Hawthorne's demeanor. After a moment's hesitation, Hawthorne answered.

"Hello"

His voice, low and mellow, sounded just as it had years ago. Some things didn't change.

The woman's voice on the other end, though, seemed softer than ever, honeyed and sweet.

"Hawthorne, my flight just landed. Can you come pick me up?"

The line stayed silent, the woman waiting-long enough to think the call

to pull over, then handed him the pastry box. "Take these to Mrs. Everhart.

the pastries, and though Hawthorne hadn't said a word more,

"Yes, sir."

watched as Hawthorne got out and flagged down a cab, heading off in the

down at the pastries in his hand, a strange and unshakable

through the crowd. She scrolled through her phone with casual boredom, not noticing Hawthorne until he was standing right in front of her. She blinked in surprise, then threw

for me, Hawthorne," she

to kiss him, but Hawthorne turned his head, letting her lips brush empty air. Her

did you buy your ticket? Why didn't you let me know ahead

suitcase-her luggage looked laughably light in his tall frame's

slipped her arm through his, the gesture so natural and practiced it was clear she'd

let her cling to him, but she could sense the stiffness

wrong? Aren't

teased. "I'm just

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