The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 599

After accepting the gift, Leonie couldn’t hide her envy. By the time the two of them made it back to the villa, it was already past midnight.

Once she’d showered, Gwyneth snuggled under the covers first. When Hawthorne came out of the bathroom and saw her still wide awake, he was a little surprised.

Earlier, when he’d left the room, she’d already fallen asleep—or at least he’d thought she had. Turns out, she really had drifted off.

“Still awake?” he asked, towel-drying his hair as he slid into bed and pulled her into his arms.

“Yeah. Not—” Gwyneth instinctively nestled closer to him. In the quiet of the night, they lay there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

“I have to head to Echo City tomorrow,” Hawthorne said. “I’ll be tied up with meetings for a while. If you get bored, you should hang out with Leonie—she’s pretty much always free.”

He paused, thinking it over. “Just promise me you’ll stay away from anything risky. Other than that, you two can do whatever you want, go wherever you like.”

Gwyneth hadn’t realized he was leaving so soon. She looked up at him, already feeling a pang of reluctance at the thought of his absence.

“What’s in Echo City?” she asked quietly.

Her uncle lived in Echo City. She wondered if he and Hawthorne had ever crossed paths.

“There’s an important conference I need to attend in person,” he replied.

He would’ve given anything to spend every day and night by her side, but with the Everhart family’s affairs still requiring his attention, he couldn’t hand things off just yet.

“My uncle lives there too. Stein Campbell—have you ever heard of him?”

Hawthorne’s arm tightened around her as he gave a noncommittal “Mm.” Gwyneth immediately sat up, eyes wide. “Wait—you actually know him?”

“Mr. Campbell’s the kind of man everyone in the capital is eager to win over. He’s your uncle?”

He immediately bundled her up, wrapping the covers tightly around her from the neck down, then—suffering in silence—got up and took another cold shower, waiting for the waves of desire to subside.

Truth be told, Gwyneth didn’t need to do anything special to make him want her. He’d been doing his best to hold back these days, wanting to save that night for when they were officially married.

Besides, Gwyneth was so innocent—if he ever wanted her, she’d give herself to him without hesitation. But Hawthorne didn’t want it to happen like that.

When he came back to bed, he gathered her in his arms again and kissed her gently on the forehead. Gwyneth shifted in his embrace, wrapped her arms around his neck, and mumbled, “Love you, darling—”

Then she fell sound asleep.

Hawthorne’s trip ended up lasting a full week. The moment he left, Leonie wasted no time moving into the villa to keep Gwyneth company.

“My mom’s making me go on a blind date tomorrow,” Leonie announced over breakfast. “You’re coming with me. If he turns out to be cute, I’ll stay. If not, you’re my backup. Just say you’re the one on the date and you’re not interested, got it?”