The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 597

Gwyneth kept her head down, cheeks flushed, unsure how to answer Leonie’s question.

There was no denying it, though—Hawthorne really was a gentleman, far more so than anyone she’d ever dated. Her only relationship had been with Bill Crawford, but Bill had always kept his distance, treating her more like a prize to be won than someone he truly cared about. He’d seemed to think the time just wasn’t right.

Hawthorne, on the other hand, felt like he belonged to a different world—a true heir, raised with all the poise and confidence that came with old money. Bill was just… a footnote by comparison.

“Aunt Gwyneth, since you and Uncle Hawthorne aren’t having the wedding right away, why don’t you just stay here with me for a while?” Leonie suggested brightly. “That way, I’ll have someone to keep me company during the day!”

Gwyneth was tempted. She would have liked to accept, but now that she and Hawthorne were married, she doubted he’d agree.

“I’d better stay with your Uncle Hawthorne,” she replied gently.

Leonie stared at her in disbelief. “You’re living at Uncle Hawthorne’s place now?”

Hawthorne’s family estate was practically legendary—nobody but family ever stayed there, and her uncle guarded its privacy fiercely.

Gwyneth felt her cheeks burn. “Yes.”

Leonie shook her head, half laughing, half astonished. “When did that happen? How come I didn’t know?”

There was a lot Leonie didn’t know. The most surprising thing was how Uncle Hawthorne, always so reserved, had suddenly turned everything upside down.

They chatted for ages, and Gwyneth gradually opened up. Where once Leonie had struggled to draw her into conversation, now the words came easily, and the two young women lost track of time as they talked and laughed upstairs—until Hawthorne came by to collect his wife.

“It’s time to head home.”

Both Gwyneth and Leonie paused, startled. Leonie grumbled, “Uncle Hawthorne, can’t you lend Aunt Gwyneth to me for a few days?”

“Let’s just do whatever you and Mr. Everhart think is best,” Gwyneth said softly.

Her words came out naturally now—she was getting used to calling them by their new titles, and Leonie’s cheerful “Aunt Gwyneth” had started to feel right, too.

In Starfall City, she’d always wanted to keep things simple, but worried that her mother and grandfather wouldn’t approve. Besides, back home, her family was hosting; it wouldn’t be respectful to Hawthorne to insist on her own way.

Hawthorne drew her close and kissed her gently. “Are you sure you’re not disappointed?”

Gwyneth shook her head. “Marriage is about two people making a life together. It doesn’t matter how grand the ceremony is—what matters is how we live afterward.”

Even if the whole world knew they were married, that didn’t guarantee happiness or sorrow. In the end, it didn’t matter.

She truly meant it.