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..."

she said next drifted off; Hawthorne didn't

nearly two hours before they reached the place she'd mentioned -the small apartment where they used to live. It was a tidy three-story building, spotless inside. Hawthorne got out first, slipping the driver an extra

help me carry her

After a moment's hesitation, he

hide her

Patti Yale, and said

react, Patti Yale stirred and sat

"Hawthorne"

sweet, enough to make

disappointed. Hawthorne reached in, intending to help her out, but she collapsed straight into

plane all day. My head's

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

himself

his distance since

at

bet

met

but said nothing

chipping away at his

I can't carry you like I used

no one but me and your little niece around-not a