Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 210

No.

No way.

Absolutely impossible.

Everyone knew about Gwyneth’s fiancé Julian cheating on her—how could she possibly be tangled up with Bennett?

And Bennett had just turned her down this evening. There’s no way he’d suddenly be out on a date with Gwyneth.

It was ridiculous. Completely absurd.

Serena shook her head, doing her best to squash that dreadful idea.

It had to be a coincidence.

Gwyneth must just be somewhere nearby. Maybe she happened to park her car here.

There was a bar next door, wasn’t there?

She was probably inside, having a drink.

Yes, that must be it.

Unconvinced, Serena took a few steps back, trying to get a better look—hoping for some sign that Gwyneth had gone into one of the other storefronts.

She was still caught up in her frantic guessing and restless nerves when her phone suddenly rang, shattering the stillness of the quiet street. The unfamiliar number flashed on her screen, abrupt and jarring, yanking her out of her anxious snooping.

Serena frowned at the unknown caller. She hesitated, then answered, her tone prickly and impatient, her mind still lost in speculation.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Her voice was edged with irritation, barely masking her preoccupation.

There was a brief silence. Then a deep, slightly husky male voice came through, steady and calm, but carrying a pressure that was impossible to ignore.

“Is this Ms. Serena Fletcher?”

Serena froze. He’d called her by name?

Her guard shot up, but her tone stayed sharp. “Yes, this is. And you are?”

“This is Julian.”

Julian?

The name jolted through Serena’s mind like a faint electric shock. It took her a split second to connect the infamous name to the actual person.

Julian.

Gwyneth’s fiancé.

Bennett’s younger brother.

The notorious wolf in sheep’s clothing—charming smile, ruthless methods, motives impossible to read.

How did he get her number? And why was he suddenly calling her?

Serena’s frown deepened as a hundred questions crowded her mind, pushing aside all thoughts about who’d booked out the restaurant.

She straightened unconsciously, her voice losing its edge, growing cautious and searching.

“…Mr. Locke? Is there something you need?”

She genuinely couldn’t imagine what business she might have with Julian.

She thought she heard a low chuckle on the other end. It was barely audible, but sent a chill down her spine.

His voice came through the receiver again, warm with the easy familiarity of an old friend, yet carefully measured to keep her at arm’s length.

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