Revenge Wears My Ring novel Chapter 283

Clinton quickly picked up on the whispers and excited glances from the fans nearby. At first, his heart skipped a beat in surprise—then he couldn’t help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

Wasn’t this exactly what he’d hoped for?

With the rumor mill already churning, getting closer to Gwyneth in the future would be so much easier. Still, he kept his composure, arranging his expression into one of mild apology as he turned to her.

“Sorry about that. Seems like I might have caused a misunderstanding. I’ll leave you to your rest, then. Once you’re done swimming—if it’s convenient—I’d love the chance to ask you a few questions.”

He struck the perfect balance of politeness and restraint: just enough charm to leave an impression, just enough distance to make the next move seem natural.

After a small nod to both Gwyneth and Elodie, he turned and walked briskly back to his teammates, as though the whole encounter had been nothing more than a polite fan interaction.

Elodie watched Clinton’s retreating figure with a raised eyebrow, then glanced at Gwyneth. “Well, well. He’s no amateur—retreating to advance, huh?”

Gwyneth didn’t even bother to open her eyes. She simply reclined on her lounge chair, replying with a single, bored word. “Pointless.”

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Meanwhile, in the president’s office at Boyd Group.

Bennett was immersed in a mountain of paperwork, his focus sharp and unwavering. With Gwyneth away from home, he poured himself even deeper into his work.

The soft scratch of his pen was the only sound in the room.

Suddenly, the door burst open with unusual urgency. Hugo hurried in, clutching his phone, sporting an expression somewhere between anxious and mischievously entertained.

Bennett frowned slightly but didn’t look up. His tone was cool and dismissive. “What is it? You’re making a scene.”

Hugo didn’t bother with explanations. He simply thrust the phone screen in front of Bennett, trying to sound calm but unable to hide his agitation. “Mr. Boyd, you need to see this! Mrs. Boyd… she’s at the pool, and some guy won’t leave her alone!”

On the screen, several photos from social media were blowing up: at the edge of the pool, a handsome young man in nothing but swim trunks leaned in close to a just-emerged Gwyneth. The two looked dangerously intimate, and the comments below were a chaotic mix of “Perfect match!” and “Shipping this so hard!”

Bennett’s gaze lingered on the screen for two seconds. His striking features remained completely impassive; not even the slightest twitch of his brow. It was as if he was reviewing a routine memo, not a potentially scandalous photo of his wife.

Hugo watched his boss’s reaction with trepidation, then ventured, “Would you like me to look into this guy? Or deal with these rumors?”

Bennett paused, glancing down at his impeccable attire. For a moment, he pictured himself in the brightly lit, humid pool area—a sight so out of place it was almost comical.

Suppressing his laughter, Hugo quickly fished a paper bag from his briefcase and handed it over. “I brought swim trunks. Just in case.”

Bennett shot him a look, said nothing, and took the bag, striding off to the men’s changing room.

A few minutes later, when Bennett emerged, Hugo felt as if the air had been knocked out of him.

Gone was the conservative suit; in its place, a simple pair of black swim trunks that clung perfectly to Bennett’s narrow waist and lean hips, showing off a physique sculpted by relentless training—broad shoulders, defined chest and abs, and long, powerful legs. He moved with the quiet strength and confidence of a man who knew precisely how to handle himself, a stark contrast to the wiry, adolescent swimmers in the pool.

Bennett’s expression remained unreadable as he strode toward the main pool, radiating a mature, unmistakable dominance.

Hugo hurried after him, silently lighting a candle for the clueless young swimmer inside.

Boss wasn’t here for a swim.

That kid was about to get wrecked.