The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 866

Gwyneth shyly and naturally pressed a soft kiss to Hawthorne's cheek.

When he reached out to pull her into an embrace, Gwyneth quickly took a few steps back, keeping her distance.

"Stop messing around."

"It's fine. I'll have plenty of time to hold you and the babies in the future."

Before she could brace herself, Hawthorne scooped her up effortlessly into his arms. The smooth, bridal-style lift mirrored a scene straight out of a romance movie, and he carried her up the stairs without breaking a sweat.

Gwyneth rested her head gently against his chest, her face flushing as she listened to the steady, comforting rhythm of his heartbeat.

Hawthorne looked down at her. If she weren't pregnant, he would have carried her straight to the bedroom and thoroughly shown her how much he missed her.

But she was expecting, so no matter the urge, he had to keep himself in check.

Back in their bedroom, Hawthorne softly kicked the door shut and laid Gwyneth gently on the mattress.

"Hans told me you went to see James. How did it go?"

Hawthorne chuckled and tapped her nose.

"Looks like I should fire Hans. He talks way too much."

Gwyneth panicked a little. "Don't fire him! He probably knew I was worried. I told him to keep me updated on your whereabouts no matter where you went."

Hawthorne gave Gwyneth a deep, meaningful look, causing her to break eye contact, suddenly feeling guilty.

After a few seconds of silence, Hawthorne couldn't hold back a laugh. "If you want to know my schedule, you don't need to interrogate Hans. Just call me. Or better yet, install a tracking app on my phone. I'll share my location with you 24/7."

Watching him casually tap through his phone and send a location-sharing request to hers, Gwyneth's face flushed crimson. She shook her head furiously.

Stammering, she protested, "N-no, that's not what I meant!"

"You can check on me whenever you want. Or, I can just bring you to the office with me every day, and you can stick by my side."

We have plenty of single guys at the company who swear they'll never get married. Let's show them what real love looks like. And soon enough, everyone will get to celebrate at our baby shower. They should be thanking us."

Gwyneth surrendered, melting shamelessly against his chest and pouting. The couple spent the entire day curled up in their bedroom, entirely wrapped up in each other.

The next morning, Hawthorne tried to coax Gwyneth into visiting the office again, but she stubbornly refused. Seeing she genuinely didn't want to go, he let it drop.

"I'll ask Leonie to come over so you don't get bored."

Gwyneth nodded. "I'll call her myself. You go to work."

As Hawthorne slid into his car and the engine roared to life, a sudden wave of emptiness washed over Gwyneth. The house felt entirely too quiet without him.

She dialed Leonie's number. Leonie picked up immediately and was absolutely thrilled at the prospect of hanging out with Gwyneth.

This time, Leonie boldly informed her parents about her plans. Because she was finally going to a real home instead of a depressing hospital, Mr. and Mrs. Everhart were delighted and even packed a freshly brewed thermos of nutritious stew for her to bring along.