The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 600

Gwyneth sat on the edge of her bed, smoothing moisturizer into her arms while Leonie flitted around the room, holding up dress after dress in front of the mirror, indecisive as ever.

“A blind date?”

Gwyneth raised an eyebrow. She’d always imagined Leonie, with her big-hearted, impulsive ways, would fall in love freely—see someone who seemed decent, and off she’d go. Surely she’d end up choosing someone she actually liked.

“Yeah,” Leonie replied, tossing a blue dress onto the growing pile on the bed. “My mom’s convinced I’ve got terrible judgment—always getting tricked by people. She figures it’s safer if the family vets the guy first, runs a background check or whatever. If he seems alright, then I get to meet him. If we hit it off, we’ll see where it goes.”

She slipped into a pale pink maxi dress, frowned at her own reflection, and quickly wriggled back out of it.

“To be honest, my mom’s not wrong. Over the years, I’ve had friends come and go—at least a dozen. None of them ever stuck around for more than three months. Most just wanted to take advantage—eat my food, hang out at my place for free—and the second I stopped catering to them, they’d call me a spoiled princess and ditch me.”

The memory clearly stung. Gwyneth, though, had never tried to take advantage of her—unlike Uncle Hawthorne, who always acted first and thought later, and who, in a strange twist of fate, was now Gwyneth’s husband. Leonie let out a long, frustrated sigh, prompting Gwyneth to laugh softly.

“Your mom does have a point,” Gwyneth teased.

Leonie’s judgment really was a bit off—otherwise, Gwyneth wouldn’t have needed to pull her out of trouble that last time.

If it weren’t for her family’s watchful eye—and Hawthorne’s constant worrying—Gwyneth suspected Leonie might have been conned and shipped off to God-knows-where by now.

“That’s why I’m thinking maybe these family-arranged dates aren’t so bad. At least they’re with reputable people, not some random stranger who could trick me into anything.”

Gwyneth nodded. In their world, knowing who you were dealing with was vital. She and Hawthorne had both met each other’s families; everyone knew they came from respectable backgrounds. If she’d been anyone else, the Langfords would never have agreed to the match so quickly.

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