The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 641

“What’s going on?”

Gwyneth still had her fork and knife in hand as Hawthorne dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “I’ll go take a look. Finish your breakfast, or you’ll be late.”

Hawthorne headed downstairs while Gwyneth hurriedly finished her milk, concern etched on her face as she trailed after him.

It wasn’t long before she saw one of the housekeepers approaching, carrying a tiny, scruffy puppy. Hawthorne frowned. “Where did that come from?”

The housekeeper looked uneasy. “I’m not sure when, but there’s a hole by the garden wall. It must have crawled in through there.”

Except for the koi in the pond, Hawthorne almost never allowed pets in the house. He found them troublesome and preferred a quiet home; cats and dogs were too noisy for his taste.

“Get rid of it,” he said coolly.

The housekeeper, well aware of Hawthorne’s mood, quickly grabbed the puppy by the scruff and made for the door.

“Wait.”

Gwyneth was now at the foot of the stairs, realizing they’d been chasing after a stray puppy. It didn’t look like any particular breed, and its pitiful eyes and dirty fur tugged at her heart.

“You want to keep it?” Hawthorne’s brow was still furrowed.

“Don’t you think it’s just so tiny and helpless?”

Gwyneth reached out to take the puppy, but Hawthorne stopped her just in time.

“If you like dogs, we can go to a pet shop and get you one. But not this one. Stray dogs can carry diseases—we don’t know where it’s been.”

“We can take it to the vet, can’t we? I don’t want another dog.”

She just couldn’t bear to see the little thing abandoned, not when she had a chance to help.

“Alright, I’ll go change.”

She rushed upstairs, changed quickly, then came back down to head out with Hawthorne, though they each left in their own cars.

The man, a company executive well past fifty, kindly dropped Gwyneth off right at the front of her building. He’d recognized Hawthorne’s car immediately and guessed the woman Hans was chauffeuring must be the much-rumored Mrs. Everhart.

“It’s nothing. Give my regards to Mr. Everhart,” he said warmly.

He watched to make sure Gwyneth made it safely inside before driving off. But in those few minutes, word had already started to spread around the office.