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.

interested in these things—what made you

For someone like Gwyneth, that was unusually

Hawthorne, but now she felt like

Is that... a problem?" She looked at Hawthorne, her eyes defiant, as if daring him to

his finger under her chin, tilting her face up so she

hiding something

it was clear he had nothing to hide. Gwyneth

I just went shopping with the others, and when I saw them all buying something, I

excuse felt flimsy, and

So it was only a coincidence; for a moment, he'd worried

edge, yet in the end, neither said

later, Hawthorne slipped his phone to silent mode when Gwyneth wasn't

a plate of sliced fruit, setting them just inside

finished during the day. Meanwhile, Gwyneth took out her art supplies and returned to her

Every so often, Hawthorne would

that

emptiness inside him.

few minutes later, Hawthorne's phone

message