The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 574

“Why are you siding with my family on this? That’s not even a funny joke.”

She was completely serious. The truth was, Gwyneth did have feelings for Hawthorne, maybe because he’d stayed by her side all night while she lay unconscious in the hospital.

Or maybe it was the way she always felt inexplicably safe whenever he was near—a feeling so different from what she’d felt when she accepted Bill Crawford in the past.

Every time Gwyneth saw Hawthorne, her heart would race. And there was another feeling she’d never really acknowledged: the memory of when she rescued Leonie, and Hawthorne appeared out of the rain, holding an umbrella over them. As he lifted the umbrella, his sharply defined face came into view beneath its edge, and for a moment, it seemed as if the falling rain slowed around him.

At that moment, Gwyneth felt her breath catch in her chest. Other than her father, she’d never met a man so handsome, so mature and composed.

Chris had inherited every bit of their father’s looks, but he was still too young—his actions and words didn’t measure up to what she imagined a real man should be.

Gwyneth had met plenty of promising young men in Starfall City, but only Hawthorne had ever made her heart race like that. Still, his age and status made her suppress those feelings deep down.

“I would never joke about something like this.”

Gwyneth was stunned.

Hawthorne was serious? Since when had he started thinking of her that way?

She was at a loss, but Hawthorne turned, his gaze openly meeting Victoria’s.

“Mrs. Langford, do you remember an F1 relay race in Greenvale a few years back?”

Victoria was momentarily taken aback. That had been her only trip to Greenvale after her divorce from McNeil.

It was the first time she’d left behind the title of Mrs. Langford and returned to the racetrack as Vivian, greeted by a thunder of applause and cheers.

“I do.”