The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 534
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The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge is the best current series by the author Lavender. The Chapter 534 content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 534 and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.
“Oh.”
Her surprisingly meek reply made Hawthorne Everhart glance at her again. Something was definitely off with this girl.
She was being so obedient, it felt unnatural—especially coming from someone with such a sharp tongue. Since when did she get so quiet?
He frowned out of habit. Did she want something from him? That was the only explanation he could think of for her sudden docility.
Gwyneth Langford set down her fork and knife without protest, though there was still food left on her plate. She just couldn’t eat anymore.
She seized the excuse to go upstairs and change, needing a moment to calm her racing thoughts.
Honestly, with so many young, handsome men out there, why on earth was she blushing over Hawthorne? The man was well into his thirties!
Maybe it was because she hadn’t been close to any man since she broke up with Bill Crawford. Gwyneth wondered if she’d been single for so long that even a boar in a suit would start to look appealing.
Downstairs, Hawthorne sneezed in the dining room.
Gwyneth pictured Hawthorne alongside the word "boar" in her mind and almost laughed—the image couldn’t be further from the truth.
She shook the ridiculous thoughts away and quickly changed into her work clothes.
When she came back down, Hawthorne’s car was already running in the driveway. She hurried outside, and the butler spotted her, immediately opening the passenger door for her.
Gwyneth hesitated for half a second, only snapping out of it when Hawthorne called her over.
“Get in. We’re going to be late.”
“Oh. Okay.”
She slid into the passenger seat, feeling oddly out of place.
And where was his chauffeur, anyway? Did Hawthorne always drive himself to work? She’d always assumed people like him—people like her own dad—had drivers. In fact, she’d only ever seen his car with a chauffeur behind the wheel.
Gwyneth quietly wondered if she should ask Hawthorne to let her out a little earlier so her coworkers wouldn’t see them together.
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