The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 515

Gwyneth definitely didn’t want that man driving her home.

Just looking at him, you could tell he wasn’t the friendly type. Best to avoid unnecessary trouble.

“Mom, I really did run into some trouble today. But Gwyn saved me—if it hadn’t been for her, even if Uncle had come to pick me up, it might’ve been too late.”

Leonie Everhart had already caught on to what Hawthorne was thinking. She was afraid he’d take Gwyneth away somewhere to interrogate her.

Honestly, her uncle was a good man, just a little too overprotective of the Everhart family. It wasn’t just her—her brother, who was already in his twenties and running his own business, still had to put up with Uncle’s constant surveillance.

Every time she and her brother came home, seeing their uncle was like a pair of mice spotting a cat.

“Oh my goodness, what happened? Did you run into someone dangerous?”

Mrs. Everhart was pale with worry, and Mr. Everhart looked just as alarmed.

Even though their daughter was back safe and sound, standing right in front of them, they couldn’t hide their anxiety.

“It’s alright, really. See? I’m perfectly fine. Last night, Gwyn and I went hiking, and it got dark before we could make it back. I couldn’t see where I was going, and if Gwyn hadn’t grabbed me just in time, I would’ve fallen and hurt myself.”

She lied through her teeth, sneaking a glance at her uncle’s warning gaze, then quickly looking away in guilt.

Her uncle clearly wanted to take Gwyneth aside and question her. People he took away like that rarely showed up again.

The reason Leonie was so determined to keep Gwyneth safe was simple—she looked uncannily like her idol, Vivian. Leonie would risk anything to keep Gwyneth out of her uncle’s clutches.

Before he could speak up and expose her lie, Leonie’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at her parents pleadingly.

“Dad, Mom, Gwyn just got to Greenvale, and she even saved me. She’s all alone here, and it’s not safe for a girl by herself. Why don’t we let her stay with us for a while?”

Leonie shot Gwyneth desperate looks, glancing from her uncle to Gwyneth, eyes darting so fast she nearly gave herself a twitch.

Gwyneth, quick on the uptake, understood immediately—if she didn’t accept this lifeline Leonie was tossing her, that man would absolutely drag her off for questioning.

The memory of the bloodied man being carried away from the mountain flashed through her mind. That guy was scary. Would he haul her off to some deserted place and rough her up too?

“No. How well do you even know her?”

Hawthorne’s cold voice cut in, making Leonie’s eyes pool with tears as she turned to her mom for help.

“Well, the important thing is Leonie’s back safe,” Mrs. Everhart said gently. “And Miss Gwyneth seems like a very kind young woman—I’m sure she’s not a bad person.”