The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 705

Gwyneth staying away from the office suited his plans perfectly.

“Alright. If you need anything, just ask me. Or if you’d rather not talk to me, you can tell Butler Parham.”

Hawthorne knew where he stood.

Gwyneth gave a faint nod, walked into the bedroom, and closed the door in his face.

Hawthorne wanted to follow her, but the closed door was a clear rejection.

No matter, he thought. At least she was back. He could figure out the rest later.

Gwyneth unpacked, putting her things back where they belonged. A moment later, she received a call from Connor Kaufman.

“I went to the village and Ms. Everhart said you moved out. Don’t tell me you left just to avoid me. Gwyneth, you have to keep your word. You promised you’d let me take you racing. Are you trying to stand me up?”

The moment she answered, Connor’s complaints came tumbling out.

Gwyneth couldn’t help but smile. The Connor she knew now was so different from the boy she remembered. As a child, he had been more mature and composed, with a calm and gentle demeanor. The man he'd become was impatient and restless.

“Of course not. Send me the address tomorrow. I’ll meet you there.”

Connor paused, a hint of understanding—and a trace of sarcasm—in his voice. “You went back to Hawthorne, didn’t you?”

Gwyneth didn’t deny it, simply responding with a quiet, “Yes.”

Connor spat out the toothpick he’d been chewing on and said something that was both hurtful and true.

“You’re spineless.”

Before Gwyneth could say anything, he hung up.

Later, when she went downstairs for a glass of water, she passed Hawthorne’s study and saw the light was still on. The two of them, husband and wife under the same roof, went about their separate lives.

Gwyneth stayed up late.

As if by accident, she walked past his study again. The light was still on, and his car was parked in the courtyard, meaning he hadn’t gone out.

Gwyneth found it strange. If he was so devoted to Patti, why was he staying home? Surely it wasn't just to maintain the facade of a marriage for her sake? They had no shared business interests. In fact, their families had a history of conflict. There was no reason for Hawthorne to keep up appearances with her.

Unable to figure it out, she decided to stop thinking about it. Tomorrow, she was going racing with Connor. After coming to Greenvale, she’d barely been on a track, aside from occasionally driving the Ferrari Hawthorne had given her.

Pushing aside her worries, the thought of the race thrilled her. It was as if the blood of a driver was stirring in her veins again.

Late into the night, when drowsiness finally overcame her, she put down her tools and climbed into bed. Back here, the sheets carried a familiar scent that burrowed deep into her heart. It was just like when Hawthorne used to hold her as she slept. And though she knew she should resist the memories he left behind, Gwyneth found herself sinking into a deep sleep, wrapped in the lingering scent of him.

In the early hours of the morning, Hawthorne finally emerged from his study. He knew she had been busy all night.