Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 209

He kept his explanation concise, laying out the reasons for their dinner together and eliminating any room for misunderstanding. With a few straightforward words, he made it clear the whole thing was nothing more than returning a favor—a matter of obligation, not affection.

And just to be sure, he added once again: There was only one Mrs. Boyd.

Gwyneth stared at him, momentarily caught off guard.

He was so tall that his presence seemed to envelop her; the overhead lights of the parking lot cast a halo around his silhouette. His expression was serious, even disarmingly sincere.

Was he... explaining himself to her?

Logic told her that this man wouldn't stoop to lying—certainly not with something as clumsy as a tabloid rumor. If Bennett truly had feelings for Serena, he’d have no reason to waste words on Gwyneth, his wife on paper only.

Yet, the strange knot of frustration in her chest actually loosened, just a bit, at his direct explanation. Something like relief—so subtle she hardly noticed it herself—began to settle in.

But her mind remained clear.

Go public? Absolutely not.

She weighed the risks in an instant.

Anything out of the ordinary could tip Julian off. If she and Bennett held a press conference to make a show of unity, everything she’d worked for might unravel in an instant.

The realization snapped her back to composure. She smoothed away any trace of emotion from her face, returning to her familiar, cool detachment.

She shook her head, her tone decisive.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to call a press conference.”

She paused, then added,

“This kind of pointless gossip will fade away in a few days. There’s no reason to make a fuss.”

Bennett studied her for a moment, as if weighing whether she truly didn’t care—or if there was something else behind her refusal.

But when he saw the calm, untroubled look in her eyes—no sign of hurt or accusation—he dropped the matter.

She’d made her choice, and he respected it.

“All right.” His agreement was brisk.

Without missing a beat, he stepped forward and opened the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in. There was a subtle firmness in his manner—a quiet insistence.

“Let’s go, Mrs. Boyd.”

He looked at her, a faint smile hidden in his eyes.

“I was waiting for you to finish work, and now I’m starving. Your turn to take me out—we’re going on a date.”

“A date?”

Gwyneth blinked at him, startled by both the word and his actions. She echoed it without thinking.

A date? Between them? Had that ever even happened before?

Could people in a marriage like theirs even go on dates?

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