Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 201

The revolving restaurant offered a sweeping, 360-degree view of the city, where the night lights shimmered like a river of stars. Soft violin music drifted through the air, adding to the restaurant’s opulent, romantic atmosphere—everything was perfectly arranged for a magical rendezvous.

Serena Fletcher had been seated at the best table by the window for a full hour.

She’d gone through three glasses of lemon water, reapplied her makeup more times than she cared to admit, and kept scanning the entrance with the intensity of a searchlight, each time the doors swung open.

With every new arrival, hope would flicker in her eyes—only to be swiftly extinguished when it wasn’t him.

Her carefully chosen champagne-colored dress glittered in the golden light, but the way she fidgeted in her seat only made her appear more anxious.

Why isn’t he here yet?

Serena fought the urge to call, clinging to the last shreds of pride and understanding.

She reassured herself that Bennett Boyd must have been held up by something important.

She couldn’t lose her composure or act like some inexperienced girl, impatient and needy. No—she wanted to greet him at her absolute best.

Time passed excruciatingly slowly, every tick of the clock dragging like a dull knife.

All around her, other diners whispered and laughed, toasting to birthdays or anniversaries. Only her table sat empty except for the gleaming silverware and another untouched glass of lemon water—silent witnesses to her wait.

Just as she reached for her phone with trembling fingers, about to give in, the man who had haunted her dreams finally appeared at the entrance.

Bennett.

He was dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, tall and composed, moving through the room with quiet confidence.

The restaurant manager hurried over to greet him, but Bennett only gave a curt nod, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Serena in her corner.

His face betrayed nothing; those deep eyes were as calm and unreadable as a frozen lake. No hint of apology for being late, no joy at seeing her again.

Serena’s heart thundered in her chest, all her resentment and anxiety swept away by a tidal wave of relief and delight.

She leapt to her feet, offering her brightest, most carefully rehearsed smile, her voice brimming with practiced sweetness and joy: “Bennett! You’re here!”

She didn’t even ask why he was late, as if it didn’t matter at all.

Bennett walked to the table, gave a slight nod in greeting, and spoke in a low, distant tone: “Evening.”

He didn’t so much as glance at the seat she’d prepared for him, simply pulled out the chair across from her and sat down with a crisp, businesslike detachment.

His cold indifference doused her enthusiasm, but Serena quickly rallied, picking up the menu with a bright smile. “I haven’t ordered yet—I was waiting for you. Shall we look together? Their signature—”

“No need.” Bennett cut her off, his voice level and devoid of warmth. “I’ve already eaten.”

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