The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 664

Chapter 664

It was barely past five in the afternoon when Gwyneth checked the time.

She figured Hawthorne was either still at the office or out at some business dinner. Last night, he hadn't come home until she'd already fallen asleep-either he was swamped with work, or he was hiding something from her.

"I'm here. Waiting for you to have dinner," he said.

They'd missed lunch together-she hadn't wanted the hotpot he'd suggested-so surely they could at least share dinner tonight.

A faint guilt crept up in Gwyneth's heart for having turned him down earlier. That guilt only grew when, at the mall today, she overheard someone gossiping about 'Mrs. Everhart' using 'Mr. Everhart's' card to buy jewelry. She'd meant to ask him about it, but when she finally saw him, she couldn't bring herself to bring it up.

"Oh," she replied, looking away.

She was still carrying the diamond necklace she'd bought at the jewelry store. Hawthorne noticed and casually took the shopping bag from her hand.

"Been shopping?" he asked, as if it were nothing at all. The question made Gwyneth feel oddly awkward.

"Yeah. Didn't you get a text notification on your phone?" She'd used his card, so he'd surely have gotten an alert.

usually not interested in these things—what made you

For someone like Gwyneth, that

planned to interrogate Hawthorne, but now she felt

problem?" She looked at Hawthorne, her eyes

tilting her face

hiding

directly, it was clear he had nothing to hide. Gwyneth

and when I saw them all buying something, I felt awkward

excuse felt flimsy, and she knew

actually relieved. So it was only a coincidence; for a

of them were on edge, yet in

his phone to silent mode when Gwyneth wasn't

and a plate of sliced fruit, setting them just inside

Gwyneth took out her art supplies and returned to her painting-she'd been working all week on a scene of the garden's

often, Hawthorne would pause his work to watch her-there was something

expression that filled a

emptiness inside him.

minutes later, Hawthorne's phone

a message