The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 757

“You’re tired. Get some rest. If you need anything, you can call me or just tell Butler Parham.”

Seeing he couldn’t even be bothered to offer an explanation, Gwyneth’s eyes grew moist. “I will. You can go now. Don’t come upstairs and bother me unless it’s important. This isn’t Starfall City; you don’t need to put on a show for my family. You can have the master bedroom. I’ll take a guest room.”

She had drawn the line clearly, and Hawthorne felt a bitter taste in his mouth. “If you’re staying, I can take the study or a guest room. I work late, and I wouldn’t want to disturb you. I’ll stay out of your way for now.”

He understood what she wanted. If she couldn’t stand the sight of him, why should he force his presence on her?

Gwyneth nodded, her expression blank. “That would be best.”

Since he was self-aware enough to suggest it, they could simply stay out of each other’s way. From now on, they would lead separate lives under the same roof.

She had to admit, there were advantages to being Mrs. Everhart. Her family would stop worrying about her, and once her children were born and registered under the Everhart name, Hawthorne couldn’t deny them. As for Patti Yale’s child, boy or girl, it would always be illegitimate, unable to see the light of day.

She waited until she heard the silence outside her door, figuring Hawthorne had either returned to the office or gone back to that woman. She chose not to fight with him, not wanting to make a scene. She had seen what a lose-lose situation looked like before and had no intention of walking down that path herself.

Gwyneth tidied herself up, changed into a set of clothes for going out, and called a cab to take her to the hospital. With the babies on board, she felt too anxious to drive. The memory of the car crash lingered, a shadow she couldn't shake. It was ironic; she’d never had an accident on the racetrack, yet she’d been in two serious incidents while driving normally. She wasn’t superstitious, but it felt like a string of bad luck, and it was better to be cautious.

As soon as Gwyneth left, Butler Parham reported it to Hawthorne, who immediately called Hans. “Follow Mrs. Everhart. See where she’s going.”