The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 780

Just that one glance at the photo had made her feel dizzy and sick, her emotions thrown into turmoil. The stress caused a faint, aching pain in her abdomen.

The doctor's words echoed in her ears: if she had a miscarriage this time, she would likely never be able to conceive again. Gwyneth didn't dare act recklessly. Patti and Hawthorne were in love; she could choose to let them be. But the year-end divorce proceedings had to be completed, which meant she had to endure for several more months.

During lunch, Patti and Hawthorne kept an eye on James's table. On the surface, James and Hawthorne were still business rivals who frequently crossed paths, so appearances had to be maintained. As soon as Hawthorne arrived, James's party was notified. Patti wasn't worried; she knew James would come over to their private room to say hello.

What did bother her was the message she had secretly sent to Gwyneth. She had expected a response, maybe even a few angry words. But more than ten minutes had passed, and there was nothing—like a stone dropped into the ocean without a ripple.

Sure enough, not long after they settled in, James entered their room with two business partners. Seeing Patti and Hawthorne looking intimate, James exchanged a quick, meaningful glance with Patti before turning his attention to Hawthorne.

"Mr. Everhart, you're a lucky man indeed," James said, his voice dripping with insinuation. "A beautiful wife at home and a lovely confidante on the side. It seems we old folks just can't keep up with you young people."

Hawthorne replied coolly, "You're the real master of the game, Mr. Wang. Patti and I are just old acquaintances. I'm a sentimental person."

James's expression flickered. *Hawthorne,* he thought, *are you taking a jab at me?* But he kept the smile plastered on his face.

"Yes, yes, of course. Mr. Everhart is a very sentimental man."

Seeing Hawthorne's dismissive attitude, James found himself carrying the conversation alone.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you join us?" Hawthorne's offer effectively cut off any further attempts at small talk.

"No, no, that's quite alright. I wouldn't want to be a third wheel on Mr. Everhart's date with Miss Yale."

As he was leaving, James glanced back one last time, just in time to see Hawthorne pick up a shrimp, peel it, and offer it to Patti's lips. A thought flickered in his mind as he pulled open the door and stepped out.

The moment James was gone, Hawthorne put the shrimp down. He picked up a napkin and meticulously wiped his fingertips until every trace of oil was gone.

James had just been stopping by on his way out after finishing his own meal.

Hawthorne pressed the service button, and a waiter immediately entered.

"Mr. Everhart, how may I help you?"

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