The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 880

Gwyneth shook her head frantically. "I don't want this. I'm a hundred times, a thousand times against this! Hawthorne, if you actually go, I will be absolutely furious with you.

Besides, you haven't even told me how long you'll be gone, or when I'll get the results. And if it fails? Is it just going to be another crushing disappointment?"

Gwyneth's bright eyes locked onto Hawthorne. She was on the verge of tears.

Hawthorne had already made up his mind, and Gwyneth couldn't change that, but he knew he couldn't just force it. He pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her long hair to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Gwyn, I'll be perfectly fine. And I promise I'll come back with a result that will make you happy."

The anxiety in Gwyneth's chest was only swelling larger, and she wrapped her arms tightly around Hawthorne's waist.

The two of them had just been taking a walk in the garden, but Gwyneth, consumed by her anxious thoughts, didn't care about the staff watching them. She clung to him, entirely refusing to let go.

Helpless, Hawthorne simply scooped her into his arms and carried her.

The little dog that had wandered into their yard and been adopted trotted behind them, keeping a polite distance. It would happily run circles around anyone else, but around Hawthorne, it always showed a hint of cautious hesitation.

Gwyneth buried her face into Hawthorne's shoulder, and out of his sight, her tears finally spilled over.

Hawthorne felt it, whispering softly into her ear. "Silly girl, I won't be gone that long. It's just a month. Thirty days will fly by. I'll give you a full report of my itinerary every single day."

No matter how many promises Hawthorne made, he couldn't put Gwyneth's mind at ease. Since his decision was absolutely unshakeable, Gwyneth could only lie in his arms and quietly complain.

"Couldn't you at least wait until after our wedding? Are you really in that much of a rush? The wedding is only three months away."

Hawthorne deeply understood his wife's reluctance to part with him, and his heart melted at the realization. In truth, they hadn't been dating for very long—from the moment they met to getting married, it had barely been over a month. Yet Gwyneth had entrusted the entire rest of her life to him.

For a woman with such profound love and loyalty, Hawthorne felt the only right thing to do was to accomplish the one thing she wanted most in this world.

Hawthorne naturally promised Gwyneth everything she asked. If he didn't make those vows, Gwyneth would never let him walk out the door in peace.

"I will absolutely come back in one piece, and I'll bring you good news. Gwyn, I want to see a healthy father-in-law and my mother-in-law standing side by side at our wedding, witnessing our happiness together."

His own parents would never get to see him get married with their own eyes, but if they were watching from heaven, he knew they would be ecstatic for him.

Gwyneth stopped arguing and finally let him do what he needed to do. But from that day on, she was plagued by a heavy heart, just like Leonie.

Leonie took Chris and Celia all over Greenvale, hitting up all the best spots for food and fun.

At first, Chris kept up his detached, noble heir persona, holding onto his icy demeanor.

Leonie dragged them through all the little streets and alleyways. Greenvale was nothing like Starfall City. A coastal metropolis like Starfall City barely had any narrow, winding alleys, mostly consisting of towering skyscrapers and modern architecture.