The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 656

Gwyneth bounced down the stairs, her business suit crisp and neat, but there was no hiding the glow of happiness in her cheeks or the sparkle in her eyes.

Hawthorne was waiting at the bottom, and as she leapt down the final step, he caught her up in his arms, lifting her off the ground. She almost shrieked, but her protest was swallowed by his kiss.

When he finally set her down, she blushed deeply and buried her face in his chest, too shy to look up.

"Someone might see us," she mumbled.

This house was always bustling—maids coming and going, the butler popping up whenever she needed something. The place was sprawling, the kind of grand estate where you never went long without bumping into staff.

Hawthorne stroked her silky hair and murmured, "There’s no one here. Look around."

His gentle tone and teasing smile only made her more flustered. She pulled back and gave his chest a playful thump, pouting, "Don’t do that again."

She knew she’d just seen one of the gardeners out in the yard. He was clearly fibbing. As much as she loved being close to him, she wasn’t about to put on a show for the whole household.

"Alright, I’ll behave," Hawthorne said, pulling her into his arms and patting her back softly.

Noticing the time, Gwyneth realized they needed to get going. Together, they headed for the office. As was their routine, she got out of the car a block away and walked the rest of the way to work, wanting to avoid office rumors. Hawthorne waited until she slipped through the company doors before speaking to Hans.

"Drive to my apartment," he instructed quietly.

Hans, his personal assistant, was a little puzzled but said nothing. After all, he knew better than to question Hawthorne’s decisions.

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