Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 142: I choose Mr. Taylor

Chapter 142: I choose Mr. Taylor

How ruthless—turning your back on me the moment the trouble’s gone."

His lazy drawl dripped with undisguised teasing.

Seriously?!

Couldn’t he have just said it all in one breath instead of pausing at *that* part?!

People might get the wrong idea!

Tiffany pressed her lips together, shooting Calvin a look.

Why did he make it sound like she was some heartless scoundrel?

Calvin watched her with an amused glint in his eyes, as if waiting for her response.

"You’ve got it all wrong, Mr. Calvin," Tiffany forced a dry chuckle.

"You’re my savior—how could I possibly turn my back on you?

I only said we weren’t close because... because..."

Because she didn’t want Camilla and the others to misunderstand.

Of course, she couldn’t say that out loud—it’d only make things worse.

"The delivery here," Camilla spoke up just as the person entered through the door, rescuing her friend in the nick of time.

"Let’s get started. It’s been ages since we last played."

As she spoke, she rose to her feet and helped Tiffany settle into the wheelchair before pushing her toward the table.

Tiffany shot Camilla a subtle wink.

Sinclair also stood up, his gaze shifting to Taylor and Calvin.

"Let’s go."

"Why only five?"

Calvin glanced at Sinclair, a lazy smirk playing on his lips.

"Are you two only fielding one player?"

His tone was relaxed, almost teasing.

"If it’s Camilla, don’t blame us for picking on her."

"Don’t worry, you won’t stand a chance," Sinclair replied, his deep voice calm as he briefly glanced at Camilla before turning his attention to Tiffany.

"She’s not playing tonight. One of you two will have to teach her."

He was the first to take a seat beside Camilla, his expression calm and composed.

"So that’s how it is."

Taylor glanced at Calvin, a fleeting smile flashing in his eyes.

It seemed he finally understood why Sinclair had insisted they come over for this game of card.

"Fanny," Camilla said softly, turning to Tiffany with a gentle smile.

"Today is all about keeping you company and lifting your spirits.

Which of these three would you like to teach you?"

Among the three men, Sinclair was undoubtedly the first to be ruled out.

Tiffany’s gaze swept right past him, settling instead on Calvin and Taylor.

To be honest, she was more familiar with Calvin.

Having him teach her would be less awkward.

Calvin seemed to think the same.

His peach-blossom eyes, always faintly smiling, narrowed slightly as he watched Tiffany in silence, waiting for her to speak.

Even if they weren’t close, they were still more acquainted than she was with Taylor.

But then another thought struck Tiffany.

She and Calvin had clashing personalities.

Sitting together, she’d probably end up completely outmatched.

After a few seconds of consideration, she turned her gaze to Taylor with a smile.

"Mr. Taylor, I might have to trouble you."

Camilla’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, clearly surprised.

She had assumed Fanny would choose Calvin.

Sinclair’s gaze remained fixed on Camilla, completely indifferent to everything around him.

"No trouble at all," Taylor’s smile didn’t waver as he walked toward Tiffany.

"I’d be happy to teach Miss Tiffany."

Was this woman actually looking down on him?

Calvin had never been ignored by a woman before—especially one he’d just helped that very afternoon.

A flicker of irritation prickled at him.

"Taylor’s skills are mediocre.

I’ll teach you."

He cut in front of Taylor, reaching out to pull Tiffany—wheelchair and all—toward himself.

His strikingly handsome features carried a faint, inscrutable smirk.

Tiffany startled, then shot him in an indignant glare.

"She’s right, Miss Tiffany," Taylor covered his mouth with a fist, chuckling softly.

"Calvin is far more skilled than I am. He’s the better teacher."

As he spoke, he calmly took the remaining seat, amusement dancing in his eyes.

After all, he was just here to make up the numbers.

Whatever happened, he didn’t mind.

"Same rules as always—100,000 a game," Sinclair glanced at Ramsey and spoke in a measured tone.

"Bring it over."

"Right away," Ramsey responded promptly, sliding the prepared chips toward the group.

A hundred grand per round?!

Tiffany turned her head slightly, her gaze lingering on Calvin’s impossibly refined features.

With a soft voice, she suggested, "Maybe... you should play this one yourself."

The stakes were too high. She didn’t believe that the whole "fortune favors the bold" nonsense.

Just as Camilla was about to speak— "Relax and play," Calvin drawled, leaning back in his chair.

He pulled a cigar from his pocket and clamped it between his lips, but just as he flicked open his lighter, he paused and set it down.

His lips curled into a smirk as he met Tiffany’s eyes.

"Keep the winnings.

The losses are on me."

Camilla, who’d been preempted, pressed her lips together to suppress a quiet chuckle. Tiffany still hesitated.

"But..." "Fanny," Camilla smiled as she pressed the button on the table.

"Our CEO Calvin isn’t short on cash—just enjoy the game."

Only after hearing her friend’s reassurance did Tiffany slowly nod.

"Cards." "Self-draw."

"Cards again."

For the next two hours, Camilla kept winning.

Thanks to beginner’s luck, Tiffany managed to snag a couple of victories herself.

As for the other two players?

They were on a losing streak.

And the biggest loser of them all?

Sinclair, who kept feeding Camilla winning tiles and setting her up for victory.

*Pathetic simp!*

Calvin glanced at Sinclair, the corner of his eye twitching in amusement.

*No shame at all when it comes to spoiling his precious wife!*

Of course, these thoughts remained locked in his heart—he wasn’t foolish enough to voice them aloud.

Who knew what kind of retaliation that might invite?

As for Taylor, the faint, composed smile never left his face.

Clearly, he had anticipated this outcome from the start.

Camilla and Tiffany, inexperienced as they were, noticed nothing amiss.

Their excitement only grew as the game went on.

It wasn’t until the clock struck four that they finally called it a night.

After Taylor and Calvin left, Tiffany could barely keep her eyes open.

Summoning the last of her energy, she exchanged a few words with Camilla before retreating to the guest room to rest.

Sinclair, meanwhile, took Camilla’s hand and led her back to their own room.