The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 692

Hawthorne pried her hands from around his neck, a marked departure from the warmth and affection he’d shown her these past days.

The sudden chill in his demeanor left Patti Yale bewildered. She wasn't truly drunk—one bottle of wine wasn’t nearly enough to get her there—but she was good at pretending. The whole cockroach story had just been an excuse to throw herself into his arms.

It had been days, and despite all her efforts, she still hadn’t managed to get Hawthorne into bed. Patti’s patience was running thin.

She’d known Hawthorne was a stiff, but not this stiff. No wonder he still didn’t have a woman he actually cared about.

That woman she’d seen at the gallery—odds were, Hawthorne hadn’t even laid a finger on her either.

It was almost rare nowadays to find a man so hopelessly innocent. Patti, however, found it infuriating. She much preferred men like James—lecherous devils who could barely wait to get their hands on her, keeping her up all night.

If James weren’t so much older, and already shackled to a powerful wife, Patti would have chosen him over a handsome but useless Hawthorne any day.

“Hawthorne, I’ve been drinking, my head is spinning. Won’t you hold me?” she cooed.

He ignored her, striding over to flick on every light in the living room.

Only then did Patti realize they weren’t alone. Besides Hawthorne, his bodyguards were there too. For once, he hadn’t come by himself.

She was wearing nothing but a sheer black nightdress—so thin it might as well have been invisible. Under the harsh overhead lights, her curves were on full display for everyone in the room.

“Oh—!”

She hadn’t expected an audience, and her robe hung open to boot. The bodyguards couldn’t have looked away if they tried.

“You—you… Hawthorne, what the hell are all these people doing here?”

Every other time, he’d come alone, and even if the bodyguards had come along, they’d always waited outside the building.

Mortified, Patti scrambled to wrap herself up, but the flimsy fabric did little to help. She might as well have been naked.

Hawthorne paid her embarrassment no mind. Patti, desperate, rounded on the bodyguards.

“What are you staring at? Keep looking and I’ll have your eyes out! Get out of here, all of you!”

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