Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 251

Bennett ended the call. The urgent news Mikael brought hit him like a bucket of ice water, instantly washing away the intoxication and the charged, almost reckless tension that had been building between them.

He rose to his feet, his tall frame casting a long shadow under the warm light. The look on his face was already back to its familiar, reserved coolness—aloof and unapproachable.

Turning to Gwyneth, his tone was strictly business, any trace of the earlier near-misstep completely erased.

“I might not make it to the gala tomorrow night. Something urgent came up that I need to handle.”

He paused. His gaze lingered on her face for a fleeting moment, then quickly shifted away as he added, “Go on your own. And be careful.”

Gwyneth was caught off guard for a second.

Just a moment ago, the atmosphere between them had been so… different. Now, after just a single phone call, it was as if he had become a completely different person.

Not only did he suddenly have an emergency, but even his voice had turned cold and distant.

She didn’t know what exactly had happened, but the sudden tension in his posture and the shift in his demeanor told her it was nothing simple.

She wasn’t the type to make a scene. Swallowing her confusion and a twinge of inexplicable disappointment, she nodded.

“All right. I understand. Take care of what you need to.”

Bennett felt a flicker of relief when she didn’t press him for details, but at the same time, a bitter sting crept into his chest.

He couldn’t allow her to get any closer—not anymore. At least, not where anyone could see. Yale was already suspicious, already resorting to surveillance and underhanded tactics. He couldn’t risk her becoming his weakness, exposed to Yale’s scrutiny. It would be far too dangerous.

He had to put distance between them, at least on the surface.

“Okay.”

His reply was low and flat, void of emotion. Without another glance, he turned and walked toward the study, leaving behind only a single, unreadable sentence.

“Get some rest.”

Gwyneth remained where she was, watching his retreating back. The confusion and disappointment inside her only deepened.

Why?

What had that phone call said—what could possibly have changed him so completely, so suddenly?

A vague sense of hurt and bewilderment crept in, unspoken and unresolved.

His hot-and-cold attitude—what was she supposed to make of it?

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The following evening.

Night had fallen, and the city lights were blooming. Outside the downtown art center, a long red carpet stretched out beneath a canopy of flashbulbs so bright they turned night to day.

Luxury cars rolled up one after another, delivering a parade of well-dressed socialites, business moguls, and fashion authorities. The whole affair buzzed with excitement and anticipation.

This year, the gala was different. For the first time, the entire event was being livestreamed, letting design enthusiasts and curious onlookers everywhere join in, even if they couldn’t be there in person.

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