Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 161

Those simple words seemed to knock every last breath from Julian’s lungs.

All his righteous indignation, his accusations and demands—every bit of it was crushed by that single, lethal question.

He was like a rooster with its neck wrung, voice cut off in an instant.

Queenie.

Yes, Queenie...

Just last night, he’d sworn to her—right there in her bed—that as soon as he landed the Cloudview Resort contract, he would marry her.

Now, a tidal wave of humiliation and raw, skin-stripping shame crashed over Julian, flooding him with icy cold. How could he possibly have the right to meddle in Gwyneth’s affairs now?

He’d promised Queenie he’d marry her.

As long as he secured the project, his father would have no choice but to relent. If he pressed hard enough, there’d be no more objections.

Gwyneth had long since ceased to be an option for him.

That realization hit him like a bucket of ice water, dousing every last ember of anger and leaving him cold, dazed, and painfully awake to reality.

His grip on Gwyneth’s wrist loosened suddenly, as if burned. His hand fell limp at his side.

Gwyneth rubbed her wrist, reddened where he’d squeezed so hard it hurt. She took in his sudden, stricken emptiness without a flicker of sympathy—just a deep, icy contempt.

She let out a short, cold laugh, the sound echoing sharp and clear through the silent hallway.

“Julian,” she said—not loudly, but with the cool certainty of a final verdict, every word laced with biting disdain, “Don’t be so greedy.”

With that, Gwyneth didn’t spare him another glance. It was as if he’d become nothing more than a foul whiff in the air.

She spun on her heel, spine straight and proud, her stride calm and resolute as she walked back toward the bustling main room where the bidding conference was in full swing.

Julian was left standing alone in the corridor, stunned and empty, Gwyneth’s words—her cold judgment—ringing over and over in his ears.

He didn’t even know why her words stung so badly.

With a sudden surge, he slammed his fist into the cold wall. His knuckles split and bled, but he felt nothing.

Could it be... had he actually fallen for her?

Impossible.

He was in love with Queenie.

That was the truth.

Gwyneth was nothing but a dull, uninteresting woman.

Inside the ballroom, the lights blazed as bright as midday.

Gwyneth reappeared at the entrance, and a few heads turned in her direction.

Julian drew a deep breath, forcing his emotions back down. He slid his gold-rimmed glasses onto his face, trying to reclaim his composure, then made his way toward the main hall as well.

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