NovelEnglishChapter 592 Hawthorne frowned the moment he heard her call him "Uncle." "Still calling'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 sage 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 tGwyneth 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'darling."" Gwyneth hesitated, struggling for a second, but finally managed to say it.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"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.
"What's wrong? Don't like it?" She eyed the cutesy, wide-eyed doll he handed her, unsure how to react.
It was hard to say whether she liked it or not-it just felt... odd.
Her lips twitched. "I like it. I like anything you give me." "I heard these are all the rage right now," Hawthorne said. "Girls are fighting over them, and they're selling out everywhere, so I got you one." Truth was, buying something like this had never crossed his mind. Frankly, just looking at it made him want to roll his eyes. It had been Leonie's idea.
The first thing he'd done after getting back to Greenvale was visit the Everhart family and announce his marriage to Gwyneth. They'd be throwing a reception at the end of the year.
Mr. and Mrs. Everhart had been utterly stunned by the news, and Leonie thought she'd misheard.
Layne Everhart was just as shocked-he assumed his uncle. would be a lifelong bachelor only to find out he'd run off with Leonie's friend.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Leonie put you up to this, didn't she?" Gwyneth suddenly remembered that Leonie had raved about this doll when they were in Greenvale,
insisting on gifting her one. Gwyneth had refused, thinking it ugly, but now it had somehow landed in Hawthorne's hands. "Yeah," Hawthorne admitted without hesitation.
Gwyneth accepted the figurine, smiling faintly. "I'll just pass it on to Leonie when I'm back in Greenvale-she's the one who really likes it."
Right after saying this, she felt a pang of regret. Hawthorne had gone out of his way to get her a gift, and here she was, planning to give it away-even if it was to his niece, it still felt wrong. She snuck a glance at Hawthorne, but he didn't seem bothered.
"I bought it for you, so it's yours. If you want to give it away, go ahead."
Honestly, he didn't understand why girls liked these oddly cute, slightly ridiculous things. Gwyneth clearly wasn't attached to it, and Leonie's Επ obsession made more sense to him. After all, she was the type to run off hiking with a stranger she'd just met, nearly getting herself into trouble.
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