TimeNovelChapter 593 The only decent thing his niece had done in her twenty-something years, Hawthorne thought wryly, was to bring him a wife.
"You told your uncle and aunt everything about us, right?" he asked.
Gwyneth glanced at Hawthorne, feeling something was off. She hesitated, her cheeks burning. Hawthorne nodded, "Yeah, I told them. At first, they were surprised, but then they were happy for us." They'd listened to his story like it was swild fairy tale, asking whether he was serious or if he'd somehow coerced her.
Hawthorne hadn't been thrilled with those words. He was, after all, Greenvale's most eligible bachelor. Gwyneth marrying him-how could anyone think he'd forced her? Couldn't it just be that she wanted to? He'd given only the briefest summary of how things had unfolded between them; nothing earth-shattering, just something that felt natural, if a bit sudden.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe couldn't explain why, but after bringing Gwyneth home, marriage was suddenly all he could think about. Once the Langfords started dropping hints, he felt even more uneasy about leaving her alone in Starfall City.
This was Gwyneth's home, but if he left, what was to stop the Langford family from immediately arranging her marriage to swell-bred family more "suitable" in their eyes? Better to snatch her up himself before anyone else could.
No coercion, no force—though maybe a little sweet-talking and persuasion. In any case, she was his now. "So, um, did your brother and sister-in-law say anything?" Gwyneth asked.
The words felt awkward on her tongue. In less than a month, she'd jumped a whole generation in titles-now Leonie was her niece, too. It all felt so strange, especially since she and Leonie were the sage.
"They just asked when I'm bringing you home," Hawthorne replied.
He'd cthis thoping to take Gwyneth straight back to Greenvale. They could return to Starfall City for a celebration at the autumn festival, then spend two weeks in Greenvale afterward.
As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Everhart accepted the news, they set about planning the wedding at a frenzied pace— booking a venue, inviting relatives and friends. Hawthorne had suggested they keep things simple, but both of them had flatly refused. Their son was finally getting married; the whole clan needed to celebrate.
A three-day party seemed the bare minimum, and Hawthorne quickly realized there was no talking them down. He let them have their way.
He'd hoped for something small and quiet-marriage was exhausting enough.
"Oh..." Gwyneth stared numbly ahead. Ever since she'd laid eyeszon Hawthorne again, her brain had seemed to short-circuit. All she could do now was go along with his plans.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHawthorne waited for her to say more, but she only managed a vague little sound. Sighing inwardly, he took her hand.
"Con. Let's talk upstairs. It's chilly out here." Gwyneth obediently followed him up to her room.
It had only been a week, but Hawthorne had missed her. She barely cup to his chin, petite and e delicate He wondered what le would feel like to scoop her up, and before he knew it, he'd wrapped an arm around her.
Gwyneth shivered, then instinctively wrapped her arms around his broad her back. Hawthorne held her gently, as if cradling a porcelain doff she fit perfectly against him: "Unc-" she started, catching herself with embarrassment.
Hawthorne's muffled voice rumbled from above her head. "Hmm? What did you just call me?" "Husband." Mortified, Gwyneth buried her face in his chest, refusing to cup for air.
She half-expected him to be angry, but instead he just tipped up her chin and asked casually, "Have you had dinner?" Gwyneth nodded.
She'd already eaten, but then, remembering something, she looked up at Hawthorne.
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