Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 145

Gwyneth’s eyes, usually so clear, now brimmed with raw terror and desperate pleading, locked helplessly onto Bennett’s fathomless dark gaze.

She could hear every crash as Julian pounded on the door outside, his voice rising in fury, until her heart thudded so violently she thought it might leap right out of her throat.

This man is insane.

Bennett looked down at her, savoring the way her lips had gone bloodless and her lashes trembled. He seemed to relish her fragility, balanced on the edge of collapse.

Deep in those ice-cold eyes, there flickered the faintest hint of cruel satisfaction, a twisted enjoyment at her expense.

Just as Gwyneth was certain he’d let Julian break down the door and let this whole disaster play out for the world to see, Bennett’s grip on her suddenly loosened.

The oppressive weight lifted, but Gwyneth didn’t dare relax.

On instinct, the instant she was free, she stepped back, putting distance between them. She straightened her disheveled dress and smoothed her hair with trembling hands, forcing herself to take a steadying breath. Then, fighting to keep the tremor from her voice, she called out—loud enough for Julian to hear through the door:

“I’m fine! Julian!” Her voice was a touch too high, edged with the aftershocks of fear and a barely disguised breathlessness. “I just... I lost my balance and bumped into the door, that’s all. Gave myself a fright!” She tried to sound casual, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

The pounding and shouting stopped at once.

But Julian’s suspicion hadn’t faded.

“You bumped into the door?” His voice came through the wood, thick with doubt and a probing edge. "You’re sure you’re alright? Do you want me to come in and check?"

She could almost feel his hand hovering on the doorknob.

Gwyneth’s heart seized with panic.

She shot a quick glance at Bennett, who lounged against the sink, arms folded, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying the show. His eyes all but said: Let’s see how you talk your way out of this.

Gwyneth gritted her teeth. A perfectly-timed flush crept across her cheeks, and she infused her voice with feminine embarrassment, lowering it just enough for Julian to hear but not enough to sound suspicious.

“Really, it’s nothing, Julian!” she called, sounding both mortified and a little exasperated. “I... it’s that time of the month, I’m not feeling well. Please, just go back to the reception—people are looking for you. You’re the guest of honor tonight. Don’t keep everyone waiting.”

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