Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 29

Gwyneth mumbled a sleepy “mm,” her mind floating as if she were slowly dissolving into a bath of warm water.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed before she sensed herself being laid down on a soft bed. The sheets beneath her carried a faint scent of lavender.

Forcing her heavy eyelids open, she saw Bennett bent over, gently slipping off her high heels. His touch was feather-light, his fingertips occasionally brushing her ankle and sending a subtle shiver up her spine.

“Bennett…” she murmured his name, her voice thick and sweet from the wine.

He answered with a quiet, “Yeah.” Carefully, he set her shoes beside the bed and straightened up. “I’ll get you some water.”

Just as he turned, Gwyneth suddenly reached out and grabbed his tie.

The silk slipped through her fingers, and instinctively, she tightened her grip.

“That contract—I spent ages revising it, you know. There’s nothing in it that hurts you…” She mumbled, her damp eyes flashing with a stubborn glint. “Why’d you rip it up?”

Something darkened in Bennett’s gaze.

“Nothing that hurts me?”

His eyes grew cold as he slowly straightened, his tie pulled taut between them—a tension charged with unspoken intent.

Gwyneth seized the moment, using the tie to yank him down toward her.

Bennett clearly hadn’t expected her sudden strength. He lost his balance, landing above her, bracing himself on either side of her head just in time to keep from crushing her.

Now, they were so close she could feel his breath mingling with her own.

Gwyneth stared up at him. The alcohol had blurred her vision, but every other sense seemed sharpened. She could smell the faint trace of whiskey on his breath, see her own reflection in his dark eyes, even feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath his chest.

“Bennett…” she whispered, lifting her hand to admire the sparkling pink diamond ring on her finger. Her voice trembled, soft and delicate without her even realizing. “Thank you for the ring.”

Her eyes shimmered in the dim light. In five years with Julian, he’d never given her a single ring.

Bennett’s breath hitched.

Gwyneth stared at him, dazed, her mind looping around one thing: the diamond is real.

Wow. Such a big, beautiful pink diamond.

“Then I guess I got a pretty good deal…” she slurred, as he kissed her senseless again, her consciousness slipping further.

Bennett hovered over her, watching as her sultry gaze faded and finally closed, leaving her deeply at peace.

A muscle twitched in his jaw, emotions roiling in his eyes that she couldn’t see.

He let out a short, incredulous laugh.

His tie hung loose, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his sharp collarbone exposed—evidence of her earlier, mindless tugging.

He looked down at her for a few seconds longer, listening to her slow, steady breathing in the stillness of the room.

At last, Bennett pushed himself upright. Without a backward glance, he strode straight to the bathroom.