The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 636

She called them out directly—before meeting each other, both of them were as cold as ice. Who would’ve believed that the collision of two glaciers could somehow turn into a roaring fireplace?

Hawthorne replied with a soft, almost amused tone, “There you go making things up again. I’ve always been friendly and warm—when have I ever not smiled?”

Leonie nearly rolled her eyes. Seriously, did her uncle even know what he was saying? Maybe he should take a good look in the mirror.

As far back as she could remember, she’d never seen him crack a smile.

“My meeting ended last night, but I left early,” he continued.

Truth was, he missed his wife terribly. The moment he saw that news article, he couldn’t sit still. If he waited any longer, someone might just swoop in and steal her away.

After thinking it over, he decided it was better to come home and keep an eye on things. As long as she was under his watchful gaze, he’d like to see who’d dare lay a finger on his wife.

Gwyneth was both surprised and a little worried. She’d seen in the news that he was the president of the Echo City Business Association.

“Is it really okay to leave early? Won’t that cause problems?”

Hawthorne gave a soft laugh. If only Leonie weren’t still hanging around getting in the way, he’d have scooped his wife up and kissed her already.

“Of course not.”

The two of them just stared at each other, lost in their own world. Leonie opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but realized she didn’t stand a chance of being heard.

“Alright, Uncle,” she sighed, “it’s been a while since you and Auntie spent time together. I’ll leave you two alone.”

She knew when to make herself scarce—their eyes were practically shooting sparks at each other. As Gwyneth was about to invite her to stay, Hawthorne beat her to it.

“Alright. I’ll have Hans drive you back.”

“…”

Just reading the first line made Gwyneth’s cheeks turn scarlet. Scrolling down, she saw that Hawthorne had already arranged for Hans to call HR and take care of her leave for the day. She could rest at home—no need to go into work.

Gwyneth was mortified. Who takes a day off for something like this? But as she lifted the covers and tried to get out of bed, her legs nearly gave out and she almost toppled onto the carpet.

Alright, she had to admit—Hawthorne really was impressive. Maybe she did need a day off after all.

She hurried through her morning routine, applied a touch of makeup, and let her waist-length hair tumble down. Feeling refreshed and pretty, she practically skipped downstairs for breakfast.

He said nothing, though, simply instructed the staff to serve breakfast and went about his duties.