Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 68

Each word landed like an icy sledgehammer, pounding mercilessly against Desiree’s heart.

Her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the carpet with a dull thud, her perfectly styled hair falling in disarray around her shoulders. Terror and despair twisted her face until she forgot even how to cry—only the sound of her chattering teeth remained.

Bennett didn’t spare her another glance. To him, the woman sprawled on the floor was nothing more than a piece of worthless rubbish.

He closed his eyes, exhaustion claiming him as fresh waves of pain and weakness from blood loss washed over him.

With a wave of his hand, Hugo appeared at his side and quickly dragged the disheveled Desiree out of the room.

Outside, dusk was settling in.

At the end of the hallway, the elevator chimed and its doors slid open.

Gwyneth stepped out, still carrying an air of tension despite the fatigue etched on her face. Her eyes were steady, her stride purposeful, heading straight for the hospital room.

Inside the VIP suite, the silence was so deep you could hear a pin drop. Only the faint, rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor marked the passing of time.

Bennett lay with his eyes closed, the pallor of blood loss casting a fragile veil over his sharp features. His thick lashes threw shadows onto his cheeks.

Gwyneth eased the door open as quietly as she could, moving as if she was afraid to disturb something precious.

He looked more peaceful in sleep than at any moment she could remember—almost… vulnerable.

He really was handsome.

The thought startled her, and she immediately chastised herself for how ridiculous it was.

Handsome? Since when did she care about that?

Was it just because he’d been hurt saving her that she was suddenly seeing him in a different light?

Her gaze traced the lines of his face—the strong brow, the defined jaw.

Then, without warning, his eyes snapped open.

Their gazes collided.

“Oh!”

Caught staring, Gwyneth nearly jumped out of her skin.

She jerked upright, instinctively stepping back. Her cheeks flushed a furious red, the heat spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.

Mortification crashed over her. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her up.

What on earth had she just been doing?

Staring at a man until she lost track of herself… and then getting caught in the act?!

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