Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 275

Bennett slid behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors with practiced ease before starting the engine.

The low purr of the car filled the cabin, wrapping them in a gentle, unspoken tension.

Gwyneth fastened her seatbelt, her gaze drifting toward the blur of city lights racing past the window. Every so often, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the man beside her, so focused on the road.

In the shifting glow of streetlamps, the sharp lines of his profile seemed even more striking.

“So, where are we going?” she finally asked, unable to hold back her curiosity any longer.

His eyes stayed fixed ahead, but a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice dropping into something teasing and mysterious.

“You’ll see when we get there.”

Time slipped by as Bennett’s car glided away from the city’s chaos. The neon glow faded, replaced by scattered streetlights and the vast hush of darkness.

Sinking into the comfortable seat, Gwyneth felt the exhaustion from a long day begin to weigh on her. Her eyes grew heavy. She tried to fight it, hoping to catch a hint of their destination, but the gentle sway of the car and the peaceful quiet soon lulled her to sleep.

She had no idea how long she’d been out when she finally blinked awake.

The first thing she noticed was a man’s jacket draped around her shoulders, warm and carrying a crisp cedar scent.

Turning slightly, she realized the car had stopped. Bennett was still in the driver’s seat, angled toward her, his gaze soft, as if he’d been watching her for a while.

“Awake?” His voice, when he spoke, was lower and gentler than usual. “We’re here.”

Rubbing her eyes, Gwyneth sat up, hugging his jacket to her chest as she looked out the window in confusion.

Gone were the city streets. Instead, they sat atop an open hill, the night sky vast and velvet above them, scattered with stars. The air was cool and tasted faintly of grass and earth.

The most striking thing was the large outdoor tent nearby, its entrance lit by a warm yellow lantern that glowed softly against the darkness.

Bennett was already out of the car, circling around to open her door. He held out his hand. “Come on, get out.”

Still a bit groggy, Gwyneth instinctively reached for him, letting his grip steady her as she stepped onto the grass.

The night air brushed her face, scented with green and soil, clearing away the last traces of sleep.

He took the jacket she handed back and draped it casually across his lap, his gaze drifting toward the sparkling city below. For a moment, he was quiet, his voice distant, laced with a hint of sadness.

“Before I left the country…” He paused, as if searching back through years. “Whenever things got too hard, I’d sneak up here alone.”

His words were calm, but they fell into the silence like stones into deep water.

“I wouldn’t do anything. I’d just sit here, sometimes all day, watching the city. And after a while, it all seemed a little easier to bear.”

Gwyneth listened quietly, her heart twisting.

She turned and looked at Bennett—really looked. All the icy reserve he wore in public was gone, the hard edge of a businessman replaced by something more open, almost fragile.

Under the stars, his eyes were fixed on the distant city, as if he could see straight through the lights to the boy he’d once been—lonely, wounded, stubbornly silent, hiding out here with his pain.

This side of Bennett was one she’d rarely glimpsed.

A little vulnerable, a little alone—and somehow, all the more real. All the more impossible not to care for.