Chapter 11: Glacier Blue Bentley Encounter
Chapter 11: Glacier Blue Bentley Encounter
(Olivia’s POV)
The glacier blue Bentley Continental GT gleamed in the morning sunlight, its unique color
catching my eye immediately. I had never seen such a stunning shade on a vehicle before–it reminded me of ice crystals reflecting winter light, elegant and breathtaking.
Henry Morris stood beside it, his posture perfect as always. Connor’s beta assistant was the
epitome of professionalism, dressed in an impeccable tailored suit that spoke of his position
within the Rivers pack.
“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, unable to hide my genuine reaction.
Henry’s usually stoic expression softened slightly. “Mr. Rivers selected this specific color
himself. He was quite particular about it.”
I approached the vehicle slowly, almost afraid to touch something so pristine. The
craftsmanship was exquisite, from the sleek lines to the handcrafted details that made
Bentley one of the most prestigious automotive brands in the world.
Henry extended his hand, offering me the key with a slight bow. “Miss Winters, this is a gift
from Mr. Rivers.”
As I accepted the key, a subtle ripple passed through my heart. The cool metal against my palm felt significant somehow, weighted with meaning beyond its function.
Connor Rivers‘ generosity was undeniable. Such a car cost well over $400,000, yet in our social circle, gifting a luxury vehicle to a fiancée was commonplace. Still, after years of living modestly and cutting myself off from my wealthy Winters family roots, the scale of this
gesture felt surreal.
My phone rang, and Connor’s name flashed on the screen. I answered immediately.
“Do you like the car?” His tone was casual, as if discussing a simple lunch rather than an extravagant gift.
“I really like it. Thank you, Con,” I answered gently, running my fingers along the smooth door handle.
His voice softened into a mellow caress. “I remembered you like blue.”
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This surprised me. I couldn’t recall ever explicitly telling him about my color preference.
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Connor chuckled, the sound warm through the phone. “When I tutored you that
notebooks and pens were light blue.”
year, all
your
The detail stirred something deep within me. Indeed, I had always loved blue, and this
particular shade on the Bentley had stunned me at first sight. It was exactly the color I would have chosen myself.
“The moment I saw this car, I thought you’d like it,” Connor continued warmly. “It’s compact,
perfect for you.”
“I’ll try driving it later,” I replied softly, touched by his thoughtfulness.
After hanging up, I sat in the driver’s seat, my hands resting on the steering wheel. The interior
smelled of premium leather and new car, but it was the emotions swirling inside me that
overwhelmed my senses.
I had a license and plenty of driving experience from these past three years, but I had always
driven Ethan’s cars–more like a chauffeur than a girlfriend. When Ethan went out drinking, I
was summoned to pick him up, regardless of the hour or my own schedule.
I’d heard he once gifted his ex–girlfriend Cassandra a BMW worth over $80,000 right after their
breakup. Yet, knowing my work as a lawyer demanded mobility, he never once considered
buying me a car.
It was never about the vehicle itself, but about the stark contrast in how he treated me versus
how Connor did. To Ethan Grey, my existence never truly warranted such care or respect. This comparison cut painfully deep, exposing just how shabby Ethan’s so–called affection really
was.
A surprised shriek suddenly snapped me from my reverie.
“Wow! This car is so beautiful! I’ve always wanted to buy it, but I couldn’t bear to spend the
money.”
It was Cassandra’s voice, high–pitched with excitement. Looking out, I saw her and Ethan
walking toward the driveway. Cassandra’s gaze was glued to the Bentley, openly coveting it.
Despite being childhood friends with Ethan and their families once being close, her own family’s fortunes had sharply declined in recent years. Her father’s business was failing, and now their only hope was her marrying into the Grey family.
Faced with her dream car, Cassandra greedily caressed the hood, marveling at every inch of
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the gleaming exterior.
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“Ethan, take a photo of me,” she demanded, fixing her hair against the car’s reflective window.
The Bentley’s glass was one–way; inside, I observed the scene as if watching from behind a screen. Cassandra posed dramatically, using the car as her personal backdrop without any
awareness that I was sitting inside.
At the height of her self–admiration, I decided to make my presence known. I lowered the window smoothly, our eyes meeting suddenly.
With a sweet smile, I greeted her. “Hello.”
Cassandra froze in shock, her mouth falling open. “Olivia Winters? Why is it you?!”
Her expression shifted rapidly from surprise to confusion to anger. She clearly couldn’t
comprehend how I could be sitting in the driver’s seat of such a luxury vehicle.
Just then, Ethan approached, frowning deeply. Without a hint of inquiry about the situation, he
immediately assumed the worst.
“Why did you rent a Bentley?” His expression was full of disdain, as if my worth only extended to borrowed luxury.
Cassandra, quickly regaining her composure, sneered. “Miss Winters, renting a car just to
pose? A Bentley rental isn’t cheap–it must cost you a month’s income for a single photo,
right?”
Ethan’s brow furrowed further, his contempt unfiltered. “Olivia, since when have you become
so vain? Renting a flashy car for pictures? Are you crazy?”
Cassandra added mockingly, “Yes, Miss Winters, everyone knows your income. Even if you
post those photos, people will only say you’re pretending. Why bother?”
Their immediate assumption that I couldn’t possibly own such a car spoke volumes about
how they viewed me. After three years together, Ethan still saw me as someone beneath him,
someone who would need to rent luxury items to appear worthy.
“You seem very familiar with renting luxury cars,” I responded calmly. “Is it because you’ve
rented them before?”
The smile on Cassandra’s face faltered, her lie exposed. Indeed, she had rented a Lamborghini
before–worth over $100,000–to show off in her social circle when her father refused to buy
her one.
But now, she clung to her pride. “I don’t need to rent. When I was abroad, I drove a Lamborghini
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worth much more than this.”
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I quirked a brow, seeing through her facade. “Oh? How come I haven’t seen you driving it?”
Cassandra lied effortlessly, her eyes never wavering. “I got tired of it. Those flashy cars aren’t
really for women. I recently switched to a Panamera. Maybe I’ll let you take photos with it
someday, free of charge.”
Her tone dripped with scorn. Yet I knew that Panamera was a second–hand purchase to keep
up appearances, given her family’s financial ruin. The information had come through Connor’s network–he had mentioned it casually during one of our conversations, not to gossip but to
warn me about her potential desperation.
Feigning innocence, I teased, “Oh–is that so? You wanted some photos earlier, right? I can
lend you this Bentley for a shot.”
Cassandra’s face darkened immediately. “No need.”
Her pride wouldn’t allow her to accept anything from me, especially now that she realized the
car might actually belong to me.
On the sidelines, Ethan’s voice pierced coldly once again. “Olivia, why didn’t I realize before
how vain you really are?”