The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 529

Gwyneth Langford studied the man before her and couldn’t shake the feeling she’d been thoroughly duped.

He’d told her he had an apartment available—just a temporary place for her to stay.

But when she arrived, she discovered it was a sprawling mansion, the kind that was a world away from what she’d imagined. The estate stretched over a thousand square meters; even driving around took a while, and walking anywhere would be an exhausting ordeal.

“I’ll be heading to the office in a bit. Feel free to explore on your own,” Hawthorne Everhart said, checking his watch.

He had an important video call at four that afternoon. Originally, he’d planned to drop Gwyneth off at his apartment, but the thought made him uneasy. Only by keeping her under his own roof could he feel somewhat reassured.

“Alright,” Gwyneth replied quickly.

That simple word blew away all her earlier discomfort.

She’d assumed that, after showing her the room, Hawthorne would practically drag her off to work with him. She never expected he’d just leave her alone in this enormous house. Now, with her grandmother’s painting hanging right there—and Hawthorne gone—she could wander wherever she liked, guilt-free.

Maybe she’d even find something else her grandmother had left behind.

Hawthorne seemed pleased with her obedient response. He told her to call the housekeeper if she needed anything.

She watched as Hawthorne got into his car. The moment his taillights disappeared at the gate, she could no longer contain her glee.

Ha!

He was so cautious, yet somehow careless enough to leave her here by herself. Did he really think the housekeeper would keep as close an eye on her as he did?

Gwyneth tiptoed down the hallway, peering around corners, but there was no sign of the housekeeper anywhere.

She glanced around one last time. The coast was clear.

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