The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 690

If Gwyneth stayed missing any longer, Mr. and Mrs. Everhart would probably start searching for her themselves.

“Silly girl, what nonsense are you saying? How could I ever abandon you?” she reassured gently. “I just needed a little fresh air and a change of scenery. This place is beautiful—I thought I’d bring my easel here and do some painting. I’ll go back soon enough.”

Half of what she said was true.

Leonie wasn’t about to let it go. “What’s so special about this scenery that you’d leave your whole family behind to come here?”

She reached out and grabbed Gwyneth’s arm. “Auntie, just come home with me. Even if you really don’t like Uncle, you can always come live with us.”

Everything that had happened lately had forced Gwyneth to grow up, fast.

She reached out and pinched Leonie’s cheek with a fond, almost maternal affection.

“Alright then. If you want to stay, you can keep me company for a few days.”

She’d be heading back to Starfall City by the Harvest Festival. She’d tell Victoria and her great-grandfather herself—she and Hawthorne were getting a divorce.

She’d been to the doctor recently, worried because her period was late. The fear of being pregnant had gnawed at her.

Thankfully, it was nothing serious—just a hormonal imbalance, the doctor said, and prescribed some herbal supplements. Outwardly, she looked healthy, but all the bottled-up sadness had left too much residue inside her.

She wasn’t exactly the fertile type. She might even have trouble conceiving.

Gwyneth thought to herself, If I leave Hawthorne, I doubt I’ll ever be able to fall in love again.

Leonie realized there was no convincing her and finally gave up.

Uncle had asked her to look after Auntie, so Leonie figured she’d just do what she could, one day at a time.

Gwyneth had thought she’d moved far enough away to avoid being found for a while, but on the fifth day, Connor Kaufman showed up.

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