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?"

line stayed silent, the woman waiting-long enough

to pull over, then handed him the pastry box. "Take these to Mrs. Everhart. Tell her I'll be out late tonight, and

the pastries, and though Hawthorne hadn't said a word more, he could guess who Mr.

"Yes, sir."

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

at the pastries in his hand, a strange and unshakable sense of guilt welling up

the arrivals exit. There, a striking woman with a mane of glossy curls and a figure that drew stares wheeled her suitcase through the crowd. She scrolled through her phone with casual boredom, not noticing Hawthorne until he was standing right in front of her. She

me, Hawthorne," she cooed,

Hawthorne turned his head, letting her lips brush empty air. Her eyes flashed

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

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

and practiced

her cling to him, but she could sense the

Aren't you

she teased. "I'm just

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