The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 656

Chapter 656

Gwyneth bounced down the stairs, her business suit crisp and neat, but there was no hiding the glow of happiness in her cheeks or the sparkle in her eyes.

Hawthorne was waiting at the bottom, and as she leapt down the final step, he caught her up in his arms, lifting her off the ground. She almost shrieked, but her protest was swallowed by his kiss.

When he finally set her down, she blushed deeply and buried her face in his chest, too shy to look up.

"Someone might see us," she mumbled.

This house was always bustling—maids coming and going, the butler popping up whenever she needed something. The place was sprawling, the kind of grand estate where you never went long without bumping into staff.

Hawthorne stroked her silky hair and murmured, "There's no one here. Look around."

smile only made her more flustered. She pulled

just seen one of the gardeners out in the yard. He was clearly fibbing. As much as she loved being close to him, she

I'll behave," Hawthorne said, pulling her into his arms

of the car a block away and walked the rest of the way to work, wanting to avoid office rumors. Hawthorne waited until she slipped through the

to my apartment,"

little puzzled but said nothing. After all, he

car pull into the driveway She was up, fully dressed and made up, and practically flew down the stairs to greet

up early," Hawthorne said, his

the unchanging calm in his expression. "All these years, you're still the same. No wonder you haven't found anyone but me who can put up

neck, her gaze smoldering with allure. Hawthorne remained impassive, letting her

lowered them, choosing instead to hold her hand

he said quietly. "That's why I've stayed single all this