The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 592

Hawthorne frowned the moment he heard her call him “Uncle.”

“Still calling me ‘Uncle’? Do I look that old to you?”

No man likes being reminded of his age by the woman he loves, and Hawthorne was no exception. Gwyneth was about the same age as Leonie, so calling him “Uncle” made sense before, but now that they were married, it just felt wrong.

Out in the world, his age was considered prime—desirable, even. Yet every time Gwyneth called him “Uncle,” it felt like there was a whole generation between them.

Gwyneth’s cheeks flushed pink, and she suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Hawthorne reached out, gently lifting her chin. He gazed at her intently for a long moment before speaking. “Call me ‘darling.’”

Gwyneth hesitated, struggling for a second, but finally managed to say it.

“Darling—”

A satisfied smile spread across Hawthorne’s face. He coaxed her, “Say it again. A few more times.”

By now, Gwyneth’s face was scarlet. She quickly changed the subject. “When did you get back? You didn’t even tell me.”

Hawthorne saw she was embarrassed and decided not to tease her any further.

“Well, if I’d told you, it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?”

Surprise? More like shock, she thought. She’d assumed he’d be away for much longer. Apart from herself, nobody knew Hawthorne kept in touch with her every day. To everyone else, he had all but vanished.

Even Victoria and her great-grandfather didn’t dare ask about him. Chris and Celia had never really approved of Hawthorne in the first place; with him gone for so long, they worried he’d left her for good.

The thought made Gwyneth want to laugh. Did her family really think she was incapable of holding onto a man’s heart?

Hawthorne pulled out a gift he’d been hiding: a collectible figurine from a popular Western brand. Gwyneth looked at it, her expression complicated.