The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 779

"Mr. Everhart?"

"Where is Ms. Everhart?" Hawthorne's stomach was in knots. Gwyneth had gone out yesterday, and he'd seen Connor drop her home. Unable to reach her, he felt a profound sense of unease. If it weren't for that piece of paper he now knew about, he feared Gwyneth would have already vanished.

"Ms. Everhart is upstairs painting. She's been at it for hours. I just checked on her a little while ago, and it seems she's fallen asleep," Butler Parham reported, detailing Gwyneth's every move to Hawthorne.

"Okay. I understand."

"Mr. Everhart, Ms. Everhart's appetite has increased significantly lately, and she's sleeping a lot more."

The butler found it strange. Mr. and Ms. Everhart seemed to be constantly at odds, yet Ms. Everhart was eating and sleeping soundly. In contrast, Mr. Everhart had lost a noticeable amount of weight. He barely touched his favorite dishes prepared by the kitchen staff. The lines of his face had become sharper, and despite not staying up late, faint dark circles had appeared under his eyes. Butler Parham knew they were from a lack of sleep. He had never seen Mr. Everhart in such a state; he was truly, deeply in love with Ms. Everhart. And Ms. Everhart was taking it all in stride. What grudge could be so insurmountable that she would continue to torment him like this? But it wasn't a servant's place to meddle in his master's affairs, so he could only follow Mr. Everhart's orders and take good care of Ms. Everhart.

"That's good to hear," Hawthorne said. Hearing that Gwyneth was home, his heart finally settled. "Keep an eye on her and report back if anything happens."

Hawthorne got his car and personally drove Patti to lunch. Sitting in the back seat, Patti secretly took a photo of Hawthorne. His profile was cast in shadow, and she blurred the photo slightly before posting it with the caption: "On a date with my love."

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