Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 152

“No, no, what am I even feeling guilty about? We’re just a married couple on paper, that’s all.

He minds his business, I mind mine,” she comforted herself inwardly.

But right now, she was with her brother…

Bennett watched the way her eyes darted, her obvious unease twisting her features. He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper only she could hear, his words low and edged with frost:

“Shares? Birthday presents? Mrs. Boyd…”

His breath brushed her ear, cold and mocking.

“…Who exactly is this little act for, hmm? Who are you trying to convince with this show of ‘devotion’?”

Gwyneth stiffened, barely perceptible, her fingertips gone ice-cold.

Bennett didn’t wait for her to answer. He seized her pale wrist, pulling her firmly toward the corner of the room.

He didn’t head for the front door. Instead, he stopped in front of a heavy guest room door.

With a swift motion, he scanned the keycard and before Gwyneth could react, his grip tightened—unyielding, almost bruising—as he dragged her inside.

“What are you—mmm!” Gwyneth gasped, but the sharp click of the lock cutting off her protest.

Bennett moved with lightning speed: one hand locking the door behind them, the other pushing her back onto the wide, soft bed.

She landed on the expensive silk comforter, the fabric cocooning her instantly.

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