Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 30

The sound of rushing water filled the silence, as if someone were pouring out their emotions along with it.

Ten minutes later, Bennett took a deep breath and pushed open the bathroom door.

Only a single, dim wall lamp remained lit in the bedroom, casting a hazy golden glow across the room. His gaze immediately fell on the bed.

Gwyneth was already fast asleep, curled up on her side with the blanket clutched tightly to her chest.

She looked so defenseless like that.

Bennett’s footsteps instinctively softened as he crossed the room.

She lay on her side, half her face buried in a downy pillow, long hair spilling across the sheets like spilled ink. Thanks to the lingering effects of the wine, she slept deeply—her lashes casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes, quivering ever so slightly with each breath.

Bennett reached out, pausing just before his fingers could brush her cheek. For a moment, his hand hovered in the air, close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.

He leaned over and gently pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, his movements so careful they were barely more than a whisper.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Boyd.”

The words were so soft they barely left his lips, yet even Bennett was a little startled to hear them.

He sat there for a long while, unsure how much time had passed before he finally stood and left the room.

……

Locke Group, top floor.

After dealing with the workers’ protest, Julian rubbed his brow, fatigue settling in.

Behind him, Queenie pressed herself close, her voice syrupy sweet as she said, “I didn’t get to meet her, but I managed to snap a photo.”

Julian stared at the image on his phone. The picture showed a woman’s back, partly obscured by her long hair, but the giant pink diamond on her finger was impossible to miss. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes narrowed slightly.

So, big brother was not as untouchable as he seemed.

“Release the photo,” Julian said coldly, not bothering to look at Queenie. “Let’s see if we can add a little excitement to my brother’s life.”

The next day, Gwyneth’s office.

Gwyneth sat in front of her computer, lost in thought. Bennett’s words from last night replayed in her mind, the memory both blurred and vivid at once.

Did he kiss her?

Suddenly, Elodie burst through the door, waving her tablet triumphantly as she hurried over to Gwyneth.

The interruption snapped Gwyneth out of her reverie.

Splashed across the tablet screen were the day’s top headlines:

Elodie leaned in, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t tell me you and Bennett—”

Gwyneth shut her eyes for a moment, then nodded at last.

“Oh my God!!” Elodie nearly leaped out of her chair. “When did this happen? You’ve been hiding this so well!”

She whipped out a little notebook from who-knows-where, her eyes blazing with excitement. “When did you get together? Who confessed first? Where was your first date? How far have you two—”

Gwyneth was bombarded by the barrage of questions, her cheeks turning crimson.

“Actually… we…”

Her words trailed off as the host on Elodie’s tablet announced breathlessly, “Sources claim the woman in the photo is likely Mr. Bennett Boyd’s newly wedded wife—”

Elodie’s head swiveled, staring at Gwyneth in disbelief. “Wife?”

Gwyneth’s ears burned; she wished she could vanish into thin air. She nodded. “And… I’ve already moved in with him.”

Elodie’s jaw practically hit the floor. “Did you tell Julian?”

“I said I was staying at your place for a while,” Gwyneth admitted, lowering her head, mortified.

Elodie was just about to shriek when the office door suddenly swung open—