Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 27

She didn’t even finish her sentence before she shook her head in denial. “Impossible!”

Grabbing Julian’s arm, she blurted out, “Your brother only let her in because she’s your fiancée! That must be it!”

Julian frowned, a shadow flickering behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

Queenie pressed on, eyebrows relaxing slightly as she speculated, “When we got here earlier, your brother hadn’t arrived yet, so the staff weren’t willing to take responsibility and let us in. Now that he’s inside, of course he can let people through.”

A sly smile tugged at her lips. “Besides, hasn’t Gwyneth been helping your father with his business for a while? She has some standing—she’s bound to get a little respect…”

Julian’s expression softened just a touch. He reached out, pulling Queenie into his arms. “You’re right.”

He gave a short, dismissive laugh. “She’d be lost without me—there’s no way she could ever become my sister-in-law.”

Lowering his head, he kissed the top of Queenie’s hair, his voice resolute. “She just wants to impress my brother. He only let her in because she’s my fiancée.”

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Skyward Taste, the rooftop restaurant.

Gwyneth’s knife traced a graceful arc through her foie gras as she glanced idly at the empty tables around them. “Why is it so quiet? Isn’t this place always packed?”

Bennett’s gaze lingered on her lips, which parted slightly in confusion, the rich red curve catching the light.

He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he restrained himself. “Give me your hand.”

Gwyneth blinked in surprise, but instinctively offered her left hand.

A moment later, Bennett produced a velvet box from his suit jacket.

As the lid snapped open, a pink diamond ring caught the light, scattering brilliance across the table.

“It fits perfectly.” He slid the ring onto her finger, where it settled snugly against her skin.

Gwyneth stared at the sparkling pink diamond, pupils quivering.

He’d prepared a wedding ring for her?

And it was her favorite color.

“For me?” She couldn’t help the bright smile that blossomed across her lips.

Bennett nodded, swirling his wine glass.

She was about to thank him when Bennett suddenly leaned closer, his fingers brushing the corner of her mouth as if wiping away a nonexistent sauce. His voice dropped low. “We’re being watched.”

His cool fingertips skimmed her lips, feather-light, sending a shiver through her.

Startled, Gwyneth followed his gaze to the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window.

Down below, in a car parked by the terrace, Queenie was holding up her phone, snapping photos. Next to her, only Julian’s hand was visible, resting lazily on the steering wheel.

Gwyneth’s breath caught. What were they doing here? Had they discovered something and come to spy on her?

Bennett tilted his head slightly, glancing toward the car below. A subtle smile played at his lips.

“They’re still there.”

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Downstairs, Queenie saw the woman stand up and quickly pressed the shutter.

But she was still a beat too late, capturing only Gwyneth’s silhouette as she fell into Bennett’s arms.

Her hand, wrapped around his neck, was just visible—showing off that enormous pink diamond. Queenie clenched her jaw, jealousy hissing like a snake in her chest.

Damn it! Why did I only get her hand?

Julian was growing impatient when his phone suddenly rang.

The branch manager’s urgent voice echoed through the car, “Mr. Locke, there’s trouble at the west-side construction site. The workers are rioting—they’ve smashed up the sales office.”

“Useless!” Julian’s forehead knotted with fury.

“I’ll be right there.”

He shot a venomous glare at the restaurant before starting the car, unwilling to leave.

Tires screeched as he sped off, red taillights vanishing into the night.