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

glanced at the price-thirty-eight thousand. For someone like Gwyneth, that was unusually low

Gwyneth had planned to interrogate Hawthorne, but now

and liked it, so I bought it. Is that... a problem?" She looked at Hawthorne, her eyes defiant, as if daring him to

gently hooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face up so she had to meet

hiding something from

clear he had nothing to hide. Gwyneth suddenly felt she

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

felt flimsy,

So it was only

on edge, yet in the end, neither said

his phone to silent mode when Gwyneth wasn't

and a

her art supplies and returned to her painting-she'd been working

done, too. Every so often, Hawthorne would pause his

that filled a

emptiness inside him.

few minutes later, Hawthorne's phone buzzed across the desk.

a message from Patti