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..."

drifted off; Hawthorne didn't catch it, and had no

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

me carry her inside?" he

his face. After a moment's hesitation, he looked Hawthorne up and down. "She's not

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

Patti Yale, and said quietly, "No,

the driver could react, Patti Yale

"Hawthorne"

was soft and sweet,

intending to

on a plane

waist. Patti gazed up at him, her eyes reproachful. "Why didn't you

extricated himself

his distance since

at

bet

met

said nothing

away

can't carry you like

years, you've had no one but me and your little niece around-not a single date. Can't you say something nice for once and make