Chapter 702

She threw off the blanket and hurried to find Gwyneth, only to see her sitting before the mirror, an indescribable melancholy clouding her features.

"Aunt Gwyneth?"

Leonie rubbed her eyes, and when she looked again, Gwyneth's expression was back to normal.

"You're up?"

Gwyneth offered her a gentle smile and stood up. "We've been away for a while," she said softly. "It's time to go back."

She had made up her mind. She would go back to Hawthorne, because this wedding had to happen.

She was an adult now and had to take responsibility for her actions and for her family.

Even if this relationship and marriage brought her pain, she was willing to do anything if it could offer her grandfather even a moment of relief.

Leonie cupped a hand to her ear, thinking she'd misheard. "Go where?" she asked again.

"It's time for you to go home. And I need to go find your uncle."

What?

Leonie grabbed Gwyneth's hand, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Aunt Gwyneth, you're not mad at Uncle Hawthorne anymore? I swear on my life, there's nothing going on between him and that woman. She's the one who keeps chasing after him! He might have liked her in the past, but I know that now that he has you, he wouldn't even look at another woman. You have to believe me."

Gwyneth just glanced at her.

Fearing Gwyneth didn't believe her, Leonie began to swear a solemn oath. Gwyneth knew nothing about what Hawthorne had really done, and she didn't want Leonie getting caught in the crossfire.

Afraid she might drag her entire family into her vows, Gwyneth quickly stopped her.

"Alright, alright, I believe you. Let's pack our things and go."

She'd been away long enough. Leonie immediately called Hawthorne.

"Uncle Hawthorne, Aunt Gwyneth agreed to come back! Can you come pick us up?"

Hawthorne's surprise was palpable even over the phone.

Gwyneth had come around so quickly? She was willing to come back?

It seemed unbelievable, but he didn't hesitate for a second. "Okay,” he replied

instantly. "I'm on my way to get you now."

After hanging up, Leonie turned to find Gwyneth standing right behind her. She gave an awkward smile.

"I thought it would be safer if Uncle Hawthorne picked us up, so I called him. You don't mind, do you, Aunt Gwyneth?"

Gwyneth's expression was calm and unreadable.

"Are your things packed?"

Seeing that her aunt wasn't upset, Leonie relaxed and nodded eagerly.

"All packed and ready to go."

To be honest, after staying here for so long, she was a little sad to leave. Apart from the boredom, she had enjoyed watching the rain every day and falling asleep to its gentle rhythm. It felt rather poetic

No wonder so many tourists loved to vacation here. For someone with

Leonte e personality, the place waşa bit too quiet, but for Gwyneth, she truly didn't want to leave.

Gwyneth and Leonie waited for Hawthorne under the eaves. The landlady, Ms.

Everhart, was very reluctant to see them go.

It wasn't often she had guests who

were so generous and tidy. The two young women kept the place spotless every day, she barely had to do anything besides take out the trash and change the sheets.

“Thank you for everything," Gwyneth said, handing Ms. Everhart a painting as a parting gift. It was a depiction of the view from the landlady's front door.

A charming spring scene with weeping willows.

Ms. Everhart was overjoyed and immediately hung the painting in the center of her living room.