Hawthorne’s gaze was calm, almost indifferent. “Or maybe all these gardens have looked the same for years.”
Gwyneth thought so too. Since they had plenty of time, the two of them wandered around and took in every corner of the place.
“How many days do you plan on staying here?” Hawthorne asked.
He was thinking, now that their engagement was official, they ought to go to Greenvale soon to share the good news with the Everharts. Gwyneth considered it for a moment. “Up to you. I don’t mind either way.”
In other words, she was ready to leave at any time.
“Then let’s stay a few more days. After all, soon you’ll be more than just the Langfords’ daughter—you’ll be Mrs. Everhart.”
He wanted her to have more time with her family, especially with her two jealous younger siblings.
Gwyneth had no objections. Thanksgiving was still almost two weeks away; she could easily spend a little more time at home.
A thought struck her, and she looked up at Hawthorne. “What about you?”
He paused and glanced at her, his grip on her hand tightening just a little.
“I need to head back to Greenvale first.”
Gwyneth had expected as much. He’d already been away for several days; his company and family were there in Greenvale. As CEO, he couldn’t just linger with her forever.
Even though she knew he had to go, Gwyneth was surprised by how hard it was to watch him leave. Somehow, it felt even worse than leaving Victoria behind.
“Oh.”
Hawthorne chuckled. “I’m just going back to take care of some things. I’ll come back for you, and we’ll head to Greenvale together to see my brother and sister-in-law—and your little niece. Don’t you want to tell her the big news yourself?”
That’s when Gwyneth remembered Leonie. God, how was she supposed to break it to Leonie that she and Hawthorne were getting married? Where would she even begin?
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