The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 661

Chapter 661

Chapter 661

As the days ticked down to what would have been the Mid-Autumn Festival back home, Gwyneth felt a strange, creeping anxiety she couldn't quite explain.

Just as she was about to clock out for the day, her phone buzzed. Hawthorne was calling.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?"

Gwyneth paused, thinking it over. Nothing in particular came to mind, but the fondue at Greenvale was famous all over the country. She'd been there a few times and honestly, it was pretty great.

"Fondue?" she ventured, her tone rising hopefully.

She wasn't sure if Hawthorne would be into it. They rarely ate anything close to her own comfort food when they were together. Sure, she missed the warmth and informality of her old favorites, but she also knew the lingering smell of oil and spices stuck to her hair and clothes for hours. After a meal, she always felt like she'd been marinated in the kitchen.

And then there was Hawthorne, always turning up for dinner in a crisp suit, looking more like he belonged at an awards gala than hunched over a bubbling pot at a cozy restaurant. The whole thing was almost comically mismatched-like pairing red wine with cheese fries.

agreed without missing a beat. "If that's what you want, let's

to process his answer when a coworker popped her head into the

in?" It was unexpected, but she really

have overheard, because Gwyneth changed her mind on the spot. "How about we

He felt a surge of irritation-he kept it to himself, though, gripping his phone tightly, jealousy simmering just beneath the

he said coolly. "Just let me know when you're done, and

so he added, "I

more.

driver, glanced at Hawthorne's stormy expression and guessed- wrongly—that some sort of disaster had struck at home. But no,

then told Hans to just drive him

her a card loaded with two million dollars that morning, and in just

a record of every

"Yes, sir," Hans replied.

retreated to his study to

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