The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

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

had time to process his answer when a coworker popped her head

dinner after work. You in?" It was

mind on the spot. "How about we go next time instead?" she

an office get- together. He felt a surge of irritation-he kept it to

he said coolly. "Just let me know when

down, so he added, "I can

before he could say more. Hawthorne was left

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

watched Gwyneth leave with her colleagues, then told Hans to

phone had no new messages from Patti Yale; instead, he kept receiving automated texts about charges to his credit card. He'd given her a card loaded

me a record of every transaction on my card today.

"Yes, sir," Hans replied.

handled, Hawthorne retreated to his study to tackle the day's