Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 5

Gwyneth just smiled.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to be disappointed, Mr. Boyd. There won’t be any engagement toast tonight.”

Bennett’s eyes darkened, their depths growing even more unreadable.

Gwyneth poured herself another drink, raised her glass to him with a wry smile. “The toast doesn’t matter. I just hope you’ll give us a chance.”

This time, Bennett lifted his glass. With a soft clink, their glasses touched, and he drained his in one swallow.

As his Adam’s apple bobbed, it signaled that Ziggy had passed the interview.

Gwyneth quickly downed her own drink. The liquor burned a trail down her throat, spreading heat through her body and easing the tight ache in her chest. This glass, meant to celebrate her love with Julian, had ended up shared with a total stranger.

She poured herself another, filling the glass to the brim. “This one’s to thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Boyd.”

Ziggy hurried to join in, offering a grateful toast.

“Tomorrow, I’ll have someone arrange for you to start,” Bennett said to Ziggy. He then stood up.

He was suddenly facing Gwyneth directly, his tall, imposing figure nearly blocking her from view. The force of his presence seemed to squeeze all the air from the room.

At five-foot-six, Gwyneth was hardly short, but next to him, she seemed so small.

Bennett cast one last glance at the table, then turned on his heel and strode out.

Once he was gone, both Ziggy and Gwyneth let out a sigh of relief.

Almost instantly, a wave of dizziness rolled over Gwyneth. She grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself.

Ziggy caught her arm. “You never drink. After all that tonight, you must feel awful. Let me take you home.”

“No need. I came to find you for something important.”

“What is it?”

“We’re cutting all ties with Julian,” Gwyneth said quietly.

Before her parents died, they’d told her they’d only feel comfortable handing her the company once she was married and responsible. That way, if anything ever happened, she and her husband could handle it together.

That was partly why the other shareholders had agreed to the transfer—not just because she’d worn them down, but because she was supposed to be engaged to Julian. They all agreed he was capable, someone her parents would have approved of.

Lost in thought, Gwyneth rounded a corner, her steps light and unsteady, as if she were walking on clouds.

Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she pitched forward.

Just as she was about to make a fool of herself, a strong arm caught her around the waist.

In an instant, she tumbled straight into a man’s chest.

A crisp scent of sandalwood, laced with a hint of tobacco, filled her senses. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the heat of his palm burned right through her clothes.

Pressed so close to his body, her skin felt like it was about to catch fire.

She licked her lips, tilted her head up, her vision swimming. She couldn’t make out his face, her voice thick with drink. “Why do you… have two heads?”