The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 665

Chapter 665

After finishing the landscape, Gwyneth had unconsciously begun sketching Hawthorne as well. She was so lost in her work that when he suddenly spoke up, she nearly jumped out of her skin-she'd forgotten he was still in the room.

"So you were thinking about me, huh?" Hawthorne teased, his voice low and unmistakably suggestive. "No need to be shy, I'm right here. It's getting late-why don't we call it a night? We can always... find something else to do."

His words couldn't have been more blatant. Gwyneth's cheeks burned crimson.

"There are still staff around the house," she stammered.

For a man, his appetite was honestly overwhelming. How had she ever imagined he was the restrained, ascetic type?

"They know how to mind their own business," Hawthorne replied with a crooked grin. "They won't disturb us. Besides, isn't it a good thing for the staff to see the master and mistress so in love?"

As if any of the staff would dare interrupt their employers-if they ever happened to see the two of them together, they'd probably bolt in the opposite direction. No one wanted to risk their job for that.

The truth was, Gwyneth was still sore from his attentions over the past few days.

Every time she was with Hawthorne, her legs would tremble and she'd be left weak-kneed, barely able to walk for days afterward.

considered it-he really

years. Finally meeting a woman he truly desired must have felt like a caged beast set free, hungry and wild after a long

once, Gwyneth felt she could barely keep

always became impossibly gentle, doing his best not to tire

always reluctant to stop, but seeing her so exhausted, he

as her alarm chimed, Gwyneth's

Hawthorne was already up, and the

over and pulled her

you should stay home today, Mrs. Everhart. I'm at the company-believe me, it won't fall apart if you take a

her head. "No way. Only you and I know about us-no one

are bound

young

our

it, folks here in Greenvale

too. It won't

knows you're

found out I'm your wife now, who'd dare let me work? Who'd risk giving me assignments?

interested in being a pampered lady or a society

all.