The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 798

“No. We settle this right here, right now,” Gwyneth insisted. “I’ll ask you again: is it, or isn’t it?”

Hawthorne said, his voice heavy with resignation, “Yes.”

Gwyneth didn’t break down as he’d expected. Instead, she looked him straight in the eye. “I don’t believe you. Not unless you get a paternity test to prove her baby is yours.”

Gwyneth had meticulously gone over the timeline. Patti had returned to the country while she and Hawthorne were already together. If he and Patti had rekindled their old flame, it would have happened before her own relationship with him had deepened, not sprung up so suddenly.

Patti had considered every possible scenario, but she never imagined Gwyneth would demand something like this. The one most shocked by the proposal wasn't Hawthorne, but James, who stood behind them.

Just moments before, James had been relishing the drama, wishing he had a bag of popcorn. Now, his face was a mask of sheer panic. The alcohol seemed to evaporate from his system, and the color drained from his flushed cheeks.

Lanny, on the other hand, was more intrigued than ever. This was far more entertaining than any nightclub. Patti’s smug, triumphant expression instantly vanished, replaced by a pale, stunned silence.

“Hawth…” she stammered, at a complete loss for words.

Gwyneth’s eyes were red-rimmed. “Hawthorne, take her for a paternity test. If you can prove that the child she’s carrying is yours, I will never bother you again.”

Even Patti was speechless now. But it was James who couldn't stand it any longer. He rushed forward, no longer a spectator.

“Gwyneth, let’s not make a scene, alright? Hawthorne’s just joking with you. This Miss Yale is… she’s just a fling, nothing more. I know Hawthorne. His heart belongs only to you. He would never mess around with someone else.”

But James’s words had no effect on Gwyneth.

Now, held tightly in his arms, the familiar scent she had longed for day and night filled her senses, and she lost control, kicking and struggling against him. Hawthorne let her small fists rain down on his chest, her blows having no real effect on him.

He carried her to the car. As she tried to push him away, he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a relentless kiss.

“Hawthorne, I never thought you were this kind of person,” she finally cried out, her voice breaking. “I’m pregnant. I’m having your baby. Two of them. Twins.”

The words hit Hawthorne with the force of a physical blow. He froze, his shock giving way to a wave of overwhelming joy. He pulled her into a fierce embrace.

“We’re having a baby? We’re going to have our own children? And more than one! Do you have any idea how happy I am?”

Gwyneth remained limp in his arms, her eyes vacant, feeling none of his joy.