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.

had never really cared for him. Years ago, the Everhart and Yale families hadn't been close, and Hawthorne was never the kind of man who knew how to please a woman. He never

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

and the greasy feel

like a normal man and learn how

way she'd have come

will you

was

set the cup down, there was a hint

Patti relax. Hawthorne hadn't answered, but his expression seemed genuinely

getting late. I need to get to work.

touched glass of milk and the mangled

up to leave, Patti panicked.

his body was soft, none of the stiffness he'd shown the first time she'd tried to

convinced he

Don't go, okay?" she pleaded, her eyes shining, flecked with points of light like a galaxy. The red eyeshadow at the corners of her eyes gave her a sultry, enchanting