The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 829

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Gwyneth wanted to remind him that even as kids, he couldn't beat her at racing games, and as adults, he still lost to her on the track. Maybe he shouldn't use his 'skills' to mess up the next generation. But she held her tongue.

"Let's wait until they're born," she said.

If they were both girls, she hoped they would be a bit more refined and not too wild. Patti Yale was a perfect example of what could go wrong. Spoiled rotten by her family, she grew up with a chaotic personal life, utterly lacking in dignity and morals. Gwyneth didn't want her daughters to end up like that. She preferred girls to be… well, girly. It was strange how her perspective had changed from being a daughter to becoming a mother.

Connor, however, wasn't thinking that far ahead. His plan was simple: if he couldn't marry Gwyneth, then someday he'd have a son and marry him off to Gwyneth's daughter, just to spite Hawthorne. He stole the woman he loved, so he would steal the apple of his eye.

Connor drove Gwyneth to the beach and went to find a boat, planning to take her out fishing. But after securing a small cruiser, he turned back to find Gwyneth wading into the ocean as if to jump.

"Gwyn!"

Connor’s blood ran cold. He dove headfirst into the water and dragged her back toward the shore.

Gwyneth had been enjoying a pleasant soak, wanting to give her two babies the experience of a happy swim, when Connor grabbed her from behind and started pulling her back. She choked on several mouthfuls of saltwater, utterly bewildered as he hauled her onto the sand. As Connor set her down, she staggered to her feet.

"Max, what are you doing?"

Connor's face was dripping, his shoes full of sand. "Gwyn, what were you thinking? It's just two kids! If Hawthorne doesn't want them, I do! I'll marry you, and you can put them on my birth certificate!"

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