The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 586

“Go take a shower before bed.”

A shower?

Just those words alone made Gwyneth’s cheeks flush hot. Before she could answer, Hawthorne had already scooped her up in his arms and was carrying her straight to the bathroom. He set her down gently, making sure everything she might need—towel, slippers, and a robe—were neatly arranged for her.

“There are pajamas in the wardrobe. I’ll grab a set for you,” he said, closing the door quietly behind him. The suite fell into a stillness.

Blushing furiously, Gwyneth turned on the shower. Her heart was pounding so loud she could hardly hear the water.

After showering, she found pajamas waiting just outside the door. She changed at record speed, then peeked into the bedroom. Hawthorne was already in bed, reading a financial magazine, flipping through the pages with his long fingers.

At some point, he’d put on a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and the way the lamp lit up his sharp profile was almost unfairly attractive.

Gwyneth froze for a moment, then obediently walked over.

“All done?” he asked, his expression calm as ever. He set aside his magazine and lifted the covers, inviting her in.

She hesitated, not quite sure what to do, but eventually slipped under the blankets beside him.

Hawthorne took off his glasses, switched off the light, and the room was plunged into darkness. As her eyes adjusted, Gwyneth felt him settle down next to her and, without a word, wrap his arms around her.

He smelled faintly of soap and something uniquely him—clean, warm, and comforting.

“Get some sleep,” he said softly.