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."

She pulled back and gave his chest a playful thump,

was clearly fibbing. As much as she loved being close to him, she wasn't about to put

pulling her into his arms and patting her

Together, they headed for the office. As was their routine, she got out of the car a block away and

to my apartment,"

said nothing. After all, he knew better than to question Hawthorne's

pull into the driveway She was up, fully dressed and

Hawthorne said, his

these years, you're still the same. No wonder

Hawthorne remained impassive, letting her do as she

lowered them, choosing instead

what I'm like," he said quietly. "That's why I've