The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 734

Gwyneth didn’t believe a word he said, frantically beating at him, trying to get him off of her.

Hawthorne pinned her hands above her head, pressing his entire body down on hers as he kissed her relentlessly. No matter how she twisted away, his lips always found hers.

“Gwyn, listen to me. My feelings for you are real. No matter what happens, I will never betray you. There were no other women before you, and there will never be another woman after you.”

Gwyneth froze.

She knew Patti Yale existed. He had even admitted to her face that he couldn't fire her. And yet, for some reason, when Hawthorne Everhart said those words, a part of her was bewitched into wanting to believe him.

In that moment of hesitation, he sealed her lips with another kiss. Fueled by alcohol, the two lovers finally melted into each other’s arms.

As night fell, everything that was meant to happen, happened.

The stars glittered outside the car, while inside, the air was thick with a haze of intimacy.

After their passion subsided, Gwyneth fell into a deep sleep in Hawthorne’s arms.

He tenderly covered her with a blanket, worried the cold air conditioning would chill her, and then drove them home.

His emotions had run high, and it had been a long time for him; the desire had been overwhelming. Holding Gwyneth in his arms, he couldn’t have possibly restrained himself. He just felt terrible that his bride had to spend their wedding night engaged in such a clandestine act in a car. They were husband and wife, but it felt like they were having a sordid affair, especially after abandoning all their guests on such an important day.

He was indeed exhausted from the wedding. The intense session with Gwyneth in the car, where he’d taken her twice until she was begging for mercy, had left him physically and mentally drained.

But with so much on his mind, he couldn't sleep.

Looking at the unconscious Gwyneth, he felt a wave of agitation. He lit a cigarette and stepped out onto the balcony, letting the wind cool him down.

The night breeze in Starfall City was refreshing. March felt like it was already on the cusp of summer, with scorching days followed by pleasantly cool, sea-scented evenings.

Hawthorne’s mind was in turmoil. Gwyneth’s tears had shaken him deeply. He once thought his feelings for her weren’t strong enough to make him act like a moth drawn to a flame, but today, as he held her and watched her cry her heart out, for a fleeting moment, he had actually wanted to give up his plan to defeat James.