The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 775

Connor's glare was chilling. Bill forced a dry laugh. 'Well, Gwyneth, looks like I underestimated you. You're quite the player yourself. No wonder you kept turning me down. First you snag Hawthorne, now you've got Connor on the hook. You're really something else.' He gave Gwyneth a sarcastic thumbs-up. 'You and I have nothing to do with each other,' Gwyneth said calmly. 'Who I'm with is none of your business.'

Connor had brought several men with him, who were waiting downstairs. He'd just been passing by when, by a stroke of luck, he spotted Gwyneth sitting alone by the window and felt an inexplicable pull to go up. He hadn't expected to find her being harassed. Seeing that his posturing was useless, Bill slunk away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

Unluckily for Gwyneth, Connor had overheard everything. He sat down in the seat Bill had just vacated. 'You're pregnant with Hawthorne's child?' he asked directly. Gwyneth looked at Connor, her expression awkward. But this was Max. Could she trust him? 'Yes,' she nodded softly. 'Two sacs. It might be twins.'

Connor stared at her, his expression freezing for a moment. Pregnant. And Hawthorne had cheated on her. A wave of irritation washed over him. He picked up the cup of tea in front of him and downed it in one gulp. Finally, he spoke. 'What are your plans?'

Gwyneth hesitated, unsure if she should tell Max about the doctor’s warning—that if she terminated this pregnancy, she might never be able to have children again. 'Have the baby, Gwyn,' Connor said suddenly, his tone decisive, as if he'd just made up his mind. '...?' 'If you're really going to divorce Hawthorne and you're afraid the baby won't have a father... marry me. My offer still stands.'

Connor didn't remember much, but he remembered being raised by his uncle. He had no memory of his own mother's face. His family had been broken, and he couldn't stand to see others suffer the same fate, especially not the woman who had captured his heart.

Gwyneth let out a small laugh. That statement alone was proof of his immaturity. In the adult world, you couldn't just do as you pleased. She had misjudged Hawthorne and thrown herself into an abyss; she couldn't drag her children into another unknown. She had to choose a safe world for them, one that could bring them happiness and joy, and Max was definitely not the right choice for a husband.

'Max, in my heart, you'll always be my wonderful childhood friend, my big brother. Our relationship ends there. I'm so grateful for your concern for me and the babies, but it's impossible for us.' She wouldn't choose anyone as a pillar of support for herself and her children. She would be her own champion.

A helpless look crossed Connor's lips. 'You've turned me down so many times. I'm asking one last time. This is a limited offer, you know. Can't you at least consider it?' Gwyneth shook her head firmly. 'No—' Connor sighed in resignation. 'Fine. Then let your kids call me their godfather when they're born.'