The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 614

She never cared for loud rock concerts. Instead, she preferred the opera, symphony performances, and piano recitals—a trait she shared, quite astonishingly, with Hawthorne.

The woman gave an awkward smile. Beyond her understanding of clothes, she knew little else, but she tried to make small talk anyway. She simply couldn't stand the feeling of being completely ignored by Hawthorne.

Before meeting Mrs. Everhart, she used to think a man like Hawthorne would be best matched with a woman like herself: someone with a touch of old-world charm, who could also support his career.

Of course, she'd seen the vice president who worked alongside Hawthorne, but that woman always struck her as far too much of a power player—surely not Hawthorne's type.

Yet after meeting Gwyneth today, she had to admit defeat.

The difference between them was stark: age, education, the way Gwyneth carried herself, her poise, her effortless grace. It all brought to mind those lines—softly blossoming, radiant in her prime, a woman worthy of a happy home.

She fell short by more than a little.

While Hawthorne and Gwyneth chatted quietly together, the woman wisely stepped aside and kept her distance.

After all, when two people are such a perfect match, any third party is simply superfluous.

When they finished picking out clothes, Hawthorne naturally reached for Gwyneth's hand as they walked to the car. She took the passenger seat, and he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt for her.

His familiar scent surrounded her. Gwyneth could see the fine stubble along his jaw and the gentle light falling across his profile.

As Hawthorne straightened up, their chests almost brushing, it seemed they could both hear the other's heartbeat.

He was the first to break the silence. "Are you afraid of me?"

Noticing Gwyneth's nerves, he couldn't help but smile.