The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 830

Connor winced. "Could you give me some face? Your auntie calls me Max. By rights, you should be calling me uncle. Have you no respect for your elders?" As he freed his ear from her grasp, Leonie raised the stick again.

"Alright, Uncle," she said cheekily. "Haven't you heard? A niece's job is to give her uncle a hard time. It's practically a tradition!"

The two started bickering again, chasing each other until the sun began to set. Gwyneth watched the sun dip below the horizon, the last rays of the sunset casting a golden glow over everything.

Eventually, Hawthorne found them, but he only watched from a distance. Leonie got a call from him and turned away from Gwyneth to answer it. "Okay, got it, Uncle Hawthorne. I'll make sure Auntie Gwyneth gets back safely. Don't worry, I won't let anyone get near her."

While on the phone, Leonie made a face at Connor, who responded with a throat-slitting gesture, though he was powerless against her.

That evening, Gwyneth took them out for hot pot, but she ate sparingly, just a few bites of her favorite things. She stayed out until it was dark before finally returning to the hospital.

Hawthorne followed them the entire time, careful not to be seen.

Hans, sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Everhart, if you care about Ms. Everhart so much, why don't you let her know?"

Hans never thought falling in love could reduce a man to this pitiful state. He'd never seen Mr. Everhart like this—so cautious and helpless, constantly playing hide-and-seek just to follow Ms. Everhart around.

Hawthorne, sitting in the back, lit a cigarette and glanced at Hans. After a long pause, he muttered five words.

"You should try it sometime."

Hans fell silent. Was love even worth it? It had turned a man like Mr. Everhart into a paranoid wreck.

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