Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 281

Gwyneth’s cheeks flushed a deep, unmistakable red at Elodie's shameless teasing, especially that sly remark about Bennett—it made her heart skip a beat. She cut her friend off in a hurry.

“Oh, come on! Stop it! Not another word! Go swim already!”

She was wearing the most basic black one-piece swimsuit; aside from making her skin look even fairer and outlining her figure a little more, there was nothing special about it at all.

She and Bennett were only married on paper. There was absolutely no way they could have that kind of… that sort of relationship!

They stepped into the main pool area. The place was empty, save for the clear blue water reflecting the overhead lights.

Elodie immediately pouted, her voice full of disappointment as she complained,

“Ugh! What a letdown! I thought there’d be a couple of tall, charming guys here so I could pour my heart out to them, Gwyneth!”

Gwyneth couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s dramatic sulking. She gave Elodie a playful shove.

“You! Your head’s always in the clouds. Nobody’s here—that’s perfect. Peace and quiet! Now go swim for once.”

With that, Gwyneth walked to the pool’s edge, did a quick stretch, and dove in with the grace of a mermaid, barely making a splash.

Finding herself suddenly bored, Elodie flopped onto a lounge chair, put on her sunglasses, and settled in for a nap.

But only a few moments later, the peaceful silence was shattered by a sudden commotion at the entrance.

Elodie pushed her sunglasses down her nose and glanced over, curiosity piqued.

A group of young women—fans, by the looks of it—came pouring in, chattering excitedly as they surrounded a cluster of tall, athletic young men in matching tracksuits.

The air practically vibrated with youthful energy and squeals of delight.

“Oh my God, they’re so handsome!”

“That one must be the captain—he’s even better looking in person!”

“Wait—are those abs? Oh my God, I can see them!”

Elodie’s eyes lit up instantly.

“Look—look at that woman! Oh my God, she’s gorgeous!”

“That figure, that presence—I can’t even! Is she a movie star?”

“She’s so pretty, her skin’s so fair, she looks so soft and elegant!”

“Wait… she looks familiar. Where have I seen her before?”

“Oh my God! I know! That’s her! Nimbus! Gwyneth from the Fletcher Group! She just did that press conference last week!”

The girls’ excited whispers carried easily through the quiet pool hall, reaching the ears of the swim team.

Clinton, the captain, had been watching Gwyneth with open admiration, but when he caught those names—“Nimbus,” “Fletcher Group”—his gaze sharpened instantly.

Nimbus? That Nimbus? The prodigy designer who’d been all over the headlines lately, the young woman running the entire Fletcher Group?

In person, she was even more stunning and charismatic than on TV or in the papers.