The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 652

Chapter 652

Hawthorne looked at her for a long moment before replying, "No."

"See? That settles it. I want to stay in our little home."

With that, she ducked into the cab. Hawthorne waited until the driver finished loading her suitcase into the trunk, then climbed in after her.

"Hawthorne, I'm cold."

As soon as he settled into the back seat, she edged over, pressing herself close. She rested her head on his shoulder, and her hand slipped into his, seeking warmth from his broad palm.

Her fingers were icy from the wind outside, and when Hawthorne felt her touch, it was as if he'd been burned-his first instinct was to pull away. But she acted oblivious, sliding both hands into his.

"I was standing out there in the wind, freezing. Look, my hands are numb."

In the end, Hawthorne held her hands, and she was clearly pleased. No matter the circumstances, he always gave in to her-tonight was no exception.

Her dark hair spilled across his shoulder, and as she nestled in, her eyelids began to droop.

"Hawthorne, my chest feels cold too. Maybe you should check..."

said next drifted off; Hawthorne didn't catch it, and had

reached the place she'd mentioned -the small apartment where they used to live. It was a tidy three-story building, spotless inside. Hawthorne

help me carry her inside?" he

across his face. After a moment's hesitation, he

revealing, her coat doing little to hide her curves pressed against the seat.

seat, at Patti Yale, and

Patti Yale stirred and sat

"Hawthorne"

was soft and sweet,

a little disappointed. Hawthorne reached in, intending to help her out, but she

a plane all

by the waist. Patti gazed up at him, her eyes reproachful.

extricated himself

distance since

at

bet

met

but said

away at his

can't carry you like I used

call a woman fat? No wonder at these years, you've had no one but me and your little niece around-not a single date. Can't you say something