The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 770

Gwyneth's head was pounding from the bickering of the two jesters.

Back at the villa, she went to bed alone. Waking in the middle of the night, she went downstairs. The study was dark, and Hawthorne’s car was not in the driveway. This meant he had spent the entire night at Patti’s place. Now that the pretense was shattered, he wasn't even trying to hide it anymore.

Gwyneth glanced at the study with profound disappointment and headed back upstairs, bumping into Butler Parham on the way. “Mrs. Everhart,” he said, seeing her. “Do you need something? Shall I get it for you? Are you hungry? If so, I can have the kitchen prepare something.”

Butler Parham had noticed that Gwyneth’s appetite had increased recently, so he was always attentive to her needs. The kitchen refrigerator was perpetually stocked to the brim, especially with Gwyneth’s favorite dishes.

She hadn't realized it until he mentioned it, but now Gwyneth felt a sudden, gnawing hunger. After the chaotic search for Hawthorne with Leonie and Connor, she had completely forgotten to eat. She might be able to handle it, but the two little ones in her belly were not so forgiving.

“Butler Parham, I’ll go upstairs to rest. You can have someone bring it up in a little while.” She steadied herself on the railing, feeling dizzy from hunger.

“Of course, Mrs. Everhart.”

Back in her room, Gwyneth waited for her food and idly scrolled through her phone. Two of the top three trending topics were about Hawthorne.

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