The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 732

“Drink less,” Hawthorne murmured beside her. The flush on Gwyneth’s cheeks only made her more beautiful, almost delectable. Few of the guests had ever seen her before; she wasn't one for socializing, so most only knew of the Langford heiress by name. Now, seeing her in person, they couldn't help but sigh with regret.

If only they had known the Langford girl was getting married, they would have relentlessly beaten a path to her door to propose. But now, a woman of such fine standing wasn't settling down in Starfall City; she’d been snatched away by someone from a thousand miles away. More than one man was kicking himself.

Gwyneth had changed into a scarlet silk evening gown for the toasts. Her full makeup, with eyeliner flicked up at the corners of her eyes, gave her a bewitching allure. With her bright smile and red lips, her tipsy, hazy expression was a captivating mix of innocence and sensuality.

More than a few men stared, their eyes glued to her.

Hawthorne noticed, and his professional smile slowly hardened into a silent, rigid expression.

He forced himself to get through the toasts. Victoria and the Langford patriarch were also making the rounds. Victoria had wanted her father to sit and rest, but he insisted he was too happy, even picking up a wine glass after years of abstinence. It was clear just how overjoyed he was to see Gwyneth married.

When Gwyneth returned to the main table, Hawthorne stayed close by her side. Victoria, who had also had a bit much to drink, had a rosy blush on her cheeks, looking as elegant as ever. Hawthorne poured a glass of warm water for Gwyneth and handed it to her once it had cooled slightly. “I put some tea leaves in it. Try it, it’ll help with the alcohol.”

He saw through her cheerful facade to the sorrow she was drowning in alcohol, and he watched her closely, afraid she might cause trouble.

Gwyneth pushed the glass away. “I don’t want tea, I want wine. Come on, you drink with me.” She poured Hawthorne a full glass of vodka.

Hawthorne frowned. Flirting over a drink in private was one thing, but this was their wedding day, with all their friends and family watching. More importantly, when Gwyneth drank, she became dangerously charming and alluring. Why would he want to display that side of his wife to anyone else?

“Gwyn, you’re drunk.” He reached for her glass, but she dodged him. “If you won’t drink, I’ll drink it myself.”

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