The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 622

Connor yanked off his helmet and, without a second thought, clapped it right onto Gwyneth’s head. Before she could even process what was happening, he’d already vaulted over the railing and, with a cocky grin, blew her a kiss from the track below.

A chorus of gasps and chatter immediately erupted around her.

“Whoa—did you see that?”

“Was that Connor? Is that woman his new girlfriend?”

“Seriously? He’s got a girlfriend again?”

“Nah, something’s different this time. All those other girls were just rumors, but a helmet? That’s huge. That means he’s serious.”

Gwyneth stared down at the helmet in her hands, momentarily stunned. She knew just how sacred a helmet was to a racer. And now Connor had handed his over to her, just like that—no hesitation, no fanfare. If she still couldn’t figure out what he meant, she’d have to be a fool.

He must have misunderstood. Or maybe—ever since she’d accidentally rear-ended his car, he hadn’t mentioned repairs or compensation, just asked for her number and invited her to watch him race. Was he actually… interested in her?

The thought made Gwyneth distinctly uncomfortable. She glanced at Connor’s friends nearby and awkwardly extended the helmet toward them.

“Sorry, could you return this to him for me?”

The group looked stunned. One of the girls shook her head. “Sorry, we can’t help you with that. If Mr. Kaufman finds out, he’ll lose his mind.”

Mr. Kaufman?

Gwyneth blinked. Connor barely looked older than her, yet they called him Mr. Kaufman.

“Yeah, you seriously didn’t know? Connor’s totally into you. Oh my god, are you really going to turn him down?”

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