The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 659

Still, she understood what it meant to be reserved.

“I don’t want this. I want you to stay with me.”

Hawthorne gently pulled her hand away and pressed the card into her palm.

“Be good. I have work to do—this isn’t exactly college break anymore. I’ll come see you when I have some free time.”

As he handed her the card, he added offhandedly, “There’s two million dollars on it. Buy whatever you want.”

Patti Yale’s knees nearly gave out.

Two million?

Not even the Yale family had ever been so generous with her. A lot of her father’s wealth was hidden away in questionable places, and as a politician’s daughter, she’d always been wary of wearing fine jewelry—afraid of what people might say.

Later, when she went abroad, she tried to show off a little, only to realize that her family’s money barely registered among the truly wealthy there.

And now Hawthorne handed her two million like it was nothing, telling her to spend as she pleased.

She could hardly contain herself. Even as she struggled to keep her composure, her hand trembled as she clutched the card.

Hawthorne didn’t look back at her. As he turned to leave, a smirk played at the corner of his lips, a smile laced with bitter irony.

Patti Yale had actually asked if he’d marry her?

Marry her?

He slid into the car, shoulders shaking with silent laughter—so much so that Hans, in the driver’s seat, was startled.

“Mr. Everhart? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Just drive to the office.”

Absurd. Completely absurd.

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