Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 193

The man who dominated the business world with his icy composure, the man bound to her by nothing more than a cold, impersonal contract—

He had actually walked straight into such an obvious trap, just because of some trouble she might have caused?

How was that possible?

They were married in name only, nothing more.

But what unsettled her even more was… that accident.

She could still feel the lingering sensation on her lips.

Cool and soft, with the warmth and unique scent that belonged to him.

Gwyneth touched her lips.

Back then… was he fully conscious, or just dazed?

Did he know?

If he did… what would he think?

“Madam, we’re here.”

Carl’s calm voice crashed through Gwyneth’s chaotic thoughts, snapping her back to reality.

Only then did she realize the car had already come to a gentle stop in front of the house.

“Thank you.”

Her reply was soft, with a barely noticeable rasp.

She pushed open the door, the night air cool against her flushed cheeks, though it did nothing to ease the heat stirring inside her.

As she stepped into the brightly lit living room, Mia hurried over. “Madam, Mr. Bennett’s already gone to bed. Dr. Lawrence said he’s stable, just needs proper rest.”

“Alright.”

Gwyneth nodded without slowing her pace. Instead, it was as if some invisible force drew her, guiding her straight toward the master bedroom.

She eased open the slightly ajar door. Only a dim wall lamp lit the room.

Bennett lay quietly on the bed, covers pulled up to his chest, his breathing deep and even—he seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Moving softly to his side, Gwyneth studied him in the gentle glow.

The medication’s effects seemed to have fully faded—the flush on his cheeks was gone, replaced by his usual cool pallor, though a faint trace of fatigue still lingered on his brow.

His lashes cast a thick shadow on his cheek, trembling faintly with each breath like the wings of a resting butterfly.

So long…

The thought crossed Gwyneth’s mind again, tinged with a careful, unspoken admiration she hadn’t realized she felt.

That absurd idea from earlier in the car flickered back into her mind.

Seeing him lie there, so defenseless in sleep, an inexplicable impulse took hold. Almost without thinking, she reached out her hand.

Her fingertips hovered, hesitant and curious, yearning to lightly touch those impossibly long lashes—

Just as she was about to brush against those delicate butterfly wings—

He paused, his gaze drifting meaningfully to Gwyneth’s lips, now a deeper shade of red, before adding with maddening nonchalance:

“I just didn’t have the strength to speak then.”

Boom.

Something exploded in Gwyneth’s mind.

He’d been awake in the car!

No strength to speak!

That meant—

He knew—

She opened her mouth, but no words came.

Her mind went blank, leaving only one mortifying realization:

This is unbearable!

Unable to face Bennett’s all-knowing, faintly amused gaze for another second, Gwyneth all but bolted.

She spun around, not even bothering with a polite “rest well,” and dashed from the bedroom like a startled rabbit, nearly tripping over the rug at the door.

Bang!

The door slammed behind her, shutting out the room—and the man—who left her heart in utter chaos.