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 phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. The line stayed silent, the woman waiting-long enough to think the call had dropped-before Hawthorne finally

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

Hawthorne hadn't said a word more,

"Yes, sir."

out and flagged down a cab, heading off in the opposite

pastries in his hand, a strange and unshakable sense of

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 blinked in surprise, then threw

come for me, Hawthorne," she cooed, her voice

him, but Hawthorne turned his head, letting her lips brush empty

Why didn't you let me know ahead of

in his

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

him, but she could sense the

Aren't you happy

me?" she teased. "I'm

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