The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 658

Chapter 658

Apart from Patti Yale's voice, the only sound in the room was the quiet clatter of Hawthorne's silverware against his plate.

"I just think, compared to you, none of them really measure up," Patti said.

Hawthorne remained silent, methodically cutting into his soft-boiled egg until the yolk oozed messily across the plate, like someone's blood quietly weeping.

He didn't set down his knife and fork until Patti finally finished speaking. When he looked up at her, his gaze was cold and sharp as a blade. The look startled her; she shivered involuntarily. But by the time she looked again, his expression had already returned to its usual indifferent calm.

Maybe she'd imagined it.

"Okay. I understand."

There was no accusation in his voice, no blame-just that same gentle, quiet man she'd known years ago, the one who'd once favored her with his soft-spoken charm. Only now, he seemed to have lost the last traces of romance.

families hadn't been close, and Hawthorne was never the kind of man who knew how to please a woman. He never brought

offering to run her baths or feed her at the table. Even now, looking

to plate it herself, and the greasy feel of it made her

Hawthorne act like a normal man and learn how to make

for—well, there was no way she'd have come here, swallowing her

will you marry

voice was tentative, almost

sip of his tea and ended up choking on it. Patti watched him. When he set the cup down, there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, as if

then did Patti relax. Hawthorne hadn't

need to get to work. Could

glass of milk and

to leave, Patti

This time, he didn't push her away; his body was soft, none of the stiffness he'd shown the first time she'd

convinced he

light like