The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 776

Now that was a thought.

Connor, unable to help himself, asked another question. "Have you told Hawthorne he's going to be a father?"

Gwyneth's silence was answer enough. She had no intention of telling him.

"Are you really planning to be a single mother?"

Was she going to be like that legendary female racer? He'd heard she divorced her husband, who later ended up in a vegetative state. The goddess herself never remarried, raising her ex-husband's three children alone. In all these years, she was never seen with any male companions. It was a different era, and Connor was astonished that a woman would remain so faithful to an ex-husband. It was clear that Gwyneth would make a good woman, a good wife.

"We'll see," she said vaguely.

Right now, she was still trapped in a half-dead marriage with Hawthorne, with no salvation in sight. Who knew what the future held?

"That's perfect! Just have the baby in secret, and when the time comes—say, when he's about to marry some other woman—you can just crash the wedding with the kid in your arms. Tsk, tsk..."

Connor grew more excited as he spoke, leaving Gwyneth dumbfounded.

Had he been trying to trick her into marrying him, just so he could flaunt Hawthorne's wife and child in his face? A sudden chill ran down her spine. The saying that men never really grow up was true; their competitive streak was relentless. This was not a creature you could win over with emotion. Gwyneth stood up and left the café, with Connor offering to drive her home.

Liam and the others had been waiting for Connor to join them for dinner. He had texted them saying he'd run into someone and would just be a minute. They waited until they were about to give up, only to see Connor's car drive by with Gwyneth in the passenger seat.

"What's Connor doing with Hawthorne's wife? Did he dump Leonie?"

"Forget it. Connor has his own plans. Let's not get involved."

Seeing Connor drive off with Gwyneth in the opposite direction, they resigned themselves to finding their own entertainment for the evening.

Connor dropped Gwyneth off safely at Hawthorne's villa. As she was about to get out, he called to her.

"If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

He had brought her a gift. He just needed to get through this difficult period, and then he would do whatever it took to win her forgiveness.

"And? Hawthorne, if you have something to say, just say it."

She was tired and wanted to go upstairs to rest. She had eaten not long ago, but she was already feeling hungry again. She should have gotten some food to go from the café. The little ones in her belly seemed to need constant fuel. Her days had been reduced to two primary activities: eating and sleeping. Fortunately, she hadn't experienced any morning sickness, or Hawthorne would have surely found out by now.

"Butler Parham found a piece of paper under the bed while he was cleaning the room today."

Gwyneth froze. A piece of paper from under the bed? She remembered it then—the pregnancy test results from her last check-up. It must have fallen under there. The bed in their master bedroom was massive and heavy, carved from solid mahogany, and she couldn't move it an inch on her own.

So, he knew she was pregnant. Was that why he'd waited for her all day?

"What do you want?" Gwyneth took a deep breath. Surely he wouldn't demand she get rid of her child for the sake of Patti's.

Hawthorne, seeing her look of grim resolve, couldn't guess what was on the paper. He had initially told Butler Parham to throw it away, but then wondered if it might be something important of Gwyneth's. By the time he went to look for it, the trash had already been collected by the sanitation workers. Finding it now would be like searching for a needle in a haystack—next to impossible.