The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 579

Gwyneth had woken up at the crack of dawn to get their marriage license. The drive from the old estate to City Hall took over an hour, and in the rush, she hadn’t even managed to grab breakfast.

Victoria and her grandfather had insisted on coming along, but Hawthorne had put his foot down. “It’s not the SATs. We can handle this ourselves.”

No one wanted to be the third wheel on the newlyweds’ big day.

That single remark left both Thorpe and Victoria red-faced.

Gwyneth, gently twisting the hem of her shirt, spoke softly, “Grandpa, Mom, you two should stay home. We’ll be back before you know it.”

As their car passed a restaurant, Hawthorne glanced over. “Are you hungry? Let’s grab brunch while we’re out.”

With so many people always around the estate, he was looking forward to a meal alone with Gwyneth. It struck him that since they’d met, they’d never shared a quiet meal, just the two of them. Their first meal together had been at Leonie’s house; the next was at her grandfather’s. They’d never had a proper date or a candlelit dinner for two.

Hawthorne pulled up in front of a French bistro—romantic, softly lit, perfect for lovers.

He chose a semi-private booth, giving them privacy without cutting them off from the lively cityscape below.

Gwyneth relished the attention. Hawthorne’s long, graceful fingers deftly peeled the shrimp for her. She noticed, with a flicker of surprise, a plain gold band on his ring finger—a man’s ring, simple and elegant.

“That’s a matching set, isn’t it?” she asked quietly.