The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 714

Gwyneth refused to waste any more time arguing with him.

Hawthorne felt a surge of irritation.

His Gwyn had never spoken to him with such a sharp edge, her resolve so unyielding.

He swore to himself that he would deal with that man, Connor, sooner or later.

"Fine, you can go," he conceded, "but you're taking your medicine first. And we're leaving for Starfall City today. Don't forget we have more important things to attend to."

His words snapped Gwyneth back to reality.

She remembered the upcoming holiday and their wedding in Starfall City.

Her grandfather, the Langford patriarch, was still in the hospital, waiting for her to come home.

The news that McNeil Langford would never wake up had already devastated him.

If her absence caused his health to decline further, she would never forgive herself.

"Connor is in the hospital because he saved me," she argued. "If I don't even go to see him when his life is on the line, what kind of person does that make me?"

They had to return to Starfall City, she knew that.

But Hawthorne had a private jet. They could leave whenever they wanted, as long as they made it back before the holiday festivities began.

Connor's life was hanging in the balance; to not even visit him would be unbelievably cold-hearted.

Hawthorne knew he couldn't win this fight.

No matter what he said, Gwyneth was determined to go, and it was better to keep her under his watch than to let her go alone.

The last time she'd been with Connor, she'd gotten into an accident. This time was no different.

He couldn't trust her safety when that man was around.

"I'll have the car brought around," he sighed. "Get changed and meet me downstairs. I'll take you to the hospital. But we only have half an hour. After that, we leave for Starfall City. Don't forget, your family and the Langford patriarch are all waiting for us."

That last sentence was more effective than any command.

Gwyneth's heart clenched with guilt.

"Speak to my wife with some respect."

Hawthorne's voice was low and dangerous.

He was a man whose reputation preceded him in Greenvale's high society.

As he stepped forward to stand behind Gwyneth, Connor's friends, who recognized him instantly, stared with wide, shocked eyes.

"Is… is that Hawthorne Everhart?" one whispered.

"No way. I've only ever seen him in business magazines. He never makes public appearances. What's he doing here?"

"Are you an idiot?" another hissed. "Didn't you hear him? He called Connor's girlfriend his wife."

"You've got to be kidding me. Connor's dated a lot of women, but he went after a married one this time? And not just any married woman… Hawthorne Everhart's wife? He's insane."

The aggressive energy that had filled the hallway just moments before evaporated completely.