Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 4

With that thought, Gwyneth knocked on the door.

It was Ziggy who answered. His expression was tense, as if the conversation inside hadn’t gone well. But when he saw her, his eyes lit up like he’d just spotted his savior.-

He whispered under his breath, “You’re finally here, thank God!”

Gwyneth nodded and glanced past him into the room.

There, seated in the middle of the couch, was a man holding a glass of whiskey. His head was bowed, face hidden, but the light caught his long lashes, casting shadows beneath his eyes—delicate, but unmistakable.

His fingers tapped the rim of the glass in a slow, absent-minded rhythm, lending him an air of inscrutable mystery.

Suddenly, those shadows shifted.

In a single, almost imperceptible movement, he looked up. Unprepared, Gwyneth found herself staring into his deep-set eyes—deep as a midnight sky, yet frosted over with a chilling detachment.

Her heart skipped a beat. Reflexively, she averted her gaze, unable to meet his. The force of his presence was overwhelming.

Steeling herself, Gwyneth forced a smile. “Ziggy, I brought the wine you asked for.”

She raised the bottle she’d been saving—a rare, vintage bourbon.

Ziggy’s eyes widened in shock.

Good Lord. Wasn’t that the bottle she’d set aside for her engagement party tomorrow?

She was really pulling out all the stops for him. What on earth did she want in return for this kind of favor?

He managed a strained smile and ushered her inside, glancing at Bennett as he explained, “This is my… longtime business partner, Ms. Fletcher.”

Bennett didn’t move. He didn’t even respond, just set his glass down.

Gwyneth didn’t seem bothered by his indifference. Up close, his cool, almost frosty aura became even more intense.

Ziggy cleared his throat.

Gwyneth snapped back to attention and quickly poured Bennett a drink, adding, “This is a bottle of fifty-year-old bourbon I’ve been saving. It may not have the same pedigree as some of the fine wines you’ve tasted, Mr. Boyd, but it’s the best we could offer. Please, give it a try.”

Ziggy chimed in, “Actually, Gwyneth was planning to use this for her engagement toast tomorrow, but knowing it was you visiting, Mr. Boyd, she decided to bring it out early.”

Bennett’s gaze dropped to the glass. For a moment, he studied Gwyneth’s slightly puffy eyes. At a glance, you’d never guess she’d been crying before she arrived. Her bright smile was that convincing.

But right now, she looked a little like a cat whose makeup had run.

Bennett’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t pick up the drink, just arched an eyebrow, fixing her with an unwavering stare. “Oh? So is this Ms. Fletcher inviting me to celebrate her engagement a little early?”

His voice was deep, a little rough around the edges, time having sanded away any traces of youth.

It was, Gwyneth thought, a beautiful sound.