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.

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

time to process his answer when a coworker popped her

You in?" It was unexpected, but she really

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

a surge of irritation-he kept it to

coolly. "Just let me know when

already predict she'd turn him down, so he added, "I can wait outside. No one

say more. Hawthorne was left staring at his phone,

glanced at Hawthorne's stormy expression and guessed- wrongly—that some sort of disaster had struck at home. But

then told Hans to just

receiving automated texts about charges to his credit card. He'd given her a card loaded with two million dollars that morning, and in just

every transaction on my card today. I want

"Yes, sir," Hans replied.

handled, Hawthorne retreated to his