Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 287

Julian's face stiffened, embarrassment creeping in as the conversation faltered. In an effort to brush aside the awkwardness—and to steer the spotlight back toward Bennett—he snapped his fingers, feigning sudden realization.

“Oh, what terrible hosts we are! Here we are, digging in already while your wife hasn’t even arrived, Bennett. We really should have waited for her. I’m so sorry!”

He shot Bennett a sly, half-amused glance. “She... won’t mind, will she?”

Bennett’s gaze flicked over to Gwyneth, who was focused on spearing a piece of roast with her fork, entirely absorbed in her own world. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. His tone remained calm, unbothered.

“She won’t mind.”

Gwyneth, blissfully unaware that the conversation had turned to her, finally managed to claim her prize and was about to take a bite.

At that moment, Yale, seated at the head of the table, finally lost his patience. He set down his utensils with a clatter, his expression darkening as he fixed Bennett with a look of thinly-veiled irritation.

“Bennett! Dinner is halfway over! Just how much longer do we need to wait for your wife? You’re making everyone wait on her—has she never learned any manners?”

Bennett glanced at Gwyneth, who was still nibbling away at her food, seemingly untouched by the tension in the room.

A soft chuckle escaped him, the sound ringing out in the heavy silence of the dining room.

He lifted his fork, gesturing toward Gwyneth with an air of quiet certainty, as if announcing an unremarkable fact.

“She’s already here.”

Julian and Yale stared at him, unable to process the implication. Their minds refused to entertain the most outlandish, impossible explanation.

Julian frowned, gaze darting around the dining room and into the hall beyond. “Here? Where? I don’t see her.”

He even seemed to consider, for a ludicrous moment, that Bennett’s wife had somehow slipped in unnoticed and was hiding out of sight.

Yale’s expression twisted into a sneer. He was convinced Bennett’s “good-for-nothing” wife was simply too timid to show her face, cowering in some back room.

He slapped the table, his voice rising in anger. “Bennett! Is she hiding in your room? Is that it? She marries into the Locke family and can’t even come out to greet her elders? Absolutely disgraceful!”

Watching the two men flounder, lost in their own absurd speculations, Bennett felt a surge of amusement—tinged with irony.

Ignoring Yale’s outburst, he turned to Gwyneth, who had just set down her fork, still chewing over what was happening.

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