Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 317

“Slow down, sweetheart! Careful, or the little one’s going to start protesting again.”

At his words, Gwyneth stopped in her tracks and turned around. The salty sea breeze had painted her cheeks a rosy pink.

She stretched her arms out toward Bennett, her smile bright and just a little bit teasing. “Well, if you carry me, I won’t run anymore.”

Bennett shook his head, exasperated but indulgent, and strode over. In one smooth motion, he scooped her up in a textbook bridal carry, holding her securely with one arm.

With his free hand, he stooped to pick up her sandals, which she’d abandoned in the sand.

Holding her close, Bennett walked along the shoreline at a leisurely pace. The sunset stretched their shadows long and intertwined behind them, melting together on the sand.

Gwyneth nestled comfortably in his arms, looping her arms around his neck. She gazed at his profile, gilded by the last golden rays of the day, and felt her heart brim with happiness. Yet, she couldn’t help but voice the one question that had been lingering deep inside:

“Bennett, why… why are you so certain about choosing me?”

After surviving Julian’s betrayal and manipulation, she knew all too well how fickle and cold love could be in families like theirs.

She was genuinely surprised by Bennett’s unwavering devotion.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked out over the water at the enormous sun sinking toward the horizon; the orange glow reflected in his deep eyes, making him look timeless.

Only after a long pause did he finally speak, his voice low and gentle. “You probably don’t remember. When we were kids, there was this little girl who cried all the time. She’d tug on my shirt, face streaked with tears and snot, and swear up and down she’d marry me when we grew up.”

Gwyneth’s eyes went wide. She jerked her head up to stare at him, searching his face for any sign he was joking.

They knew each other as children?

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