Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 160: Telling Sinclair about the poison in his body

Chapter 160: Telling Sinclair about the poison in his body

Arm in arm, the two walked out.

Inside the car...

Ramsey immediately raised the partition behind the front seats and drove toward the corporate headquarters.

Sinclair’s fingers traced over the spot on Camilla’s lower back where she’d been injured, his dark eyes narrowing slightly beneath the fabric of her clothes.

"What happened?"

Camilla blinked in surprise.

She had only winced for a split second—how had Sinclair noticed?

"I bumped into a table corner at the café," she murmured.

When it happened in front of Antonio, she kept a straight face without flinching.

But now, with Sinclair asking, an inexplicable wave of love washed over her.

She nestled into his embrace, her voice softening into a delicate whimper.

"Sweetheart.. it really hurts."

See?

With just those words, he couldn’t bring himself to press further.

Sinclair exhaled an almost imperceptible sigh before lowering his head to press a tender kiss into her hair.

Then, his warm palm settled over the sore spot, applying just the right amount of pressure as he massaged it with painstaking gentleness.

Camilla’s heart melted under his touch, but the lump in her throat only grew heavier.

Time slipped by in silence, the atmosphere inside the car settling into a quiet hush.

"Sweetheart.."

After what felt like an eternity, Camilla suddenly spoke up.

"I’m sorry."

Sinclair’s hands stilled momentarily as he lowered his gaze to look at her.

"I’m sorry, sweetheart."

Camilla lifted her head from his embrace, her crystal-clear eyes locking onto his unfathomably dark ones.

Her rosy lips parted slightly as she continued in a measured yet unmistakably clear voice, laced with anger and sorrow.

"At the old residence, while you were confronting Micheal... he took the opportunity to inject a venomous toxin into your system."

She paused, watching his reaction carefully before continuing.

"By bypassing you and telling me directly, Micheal wanted to force me to accept his terms."

Since sweetheart had come here, some truths could no longer be concealed.

Under these circumstances, she might as well come clean voluntarily.

Though exactly how much to reveal, and how to phrase it—that required careful consideration.

"But Camilla didn’t agree," Sinclair’s thin lips curved slightly, his dark eyes sharpening into a dangerous glint.

"Right?"

"Of course I wouldn’t agree,"

Camilla wrapped her arms around Sinclair’s neck, pulling him closer until their breaths mingled.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with unwavering resolve.

"I know exactly what Micheal is after—going to such lengths, scheming just to see me.

All he wants is to threaten me into leaving you."

At this, her soft red lips curled into a frosty smile.

"That’s something I’ll never agree to, nor could I ever do.

So I didn’t even give him the chance to ask."

Sinclair remained silent, but the intensity in his gaze softened.

Their faces were so close now that Camilla could feel his breath against her skin.

She tilted her head up, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his lips before continuing with a hint of playful pride.

"Tell me, aren’t I clever?"

What she said was the truth.

Apart from the matter of the life-bound curse, she had hidden nothing else from him.

"Mmm," Sinclair lowered his gaze to Camilla, his lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile after a long pause.

"Quite clever."

So clever that she had nearly fooled even him.

But Sinclair knew all too well—Camilla had done this for his sake.

After all, nothing irked him more than being threatened or manipulated.

At the thought, Micheal’s face flashed through his mind, and a storm of darkness churned in the depths of his eyes.

"Since I’m so clever..."

Camilla sensed the sudden chill in the air around him and immediately leaned in, her plush red lips brushing his ear in a coaxing murmur, her voice honeyed and velvety. "...then, sweetheart, how about a little reward?"

There was more beneath those words.

"Reward?"

Sinclair’s dark eyes deepened, layer upon layer, until they became an unfathomable abyss, impossible to read.

"Fine.

Whatever Camilla wants, it’s yours."

He understood perfectly—this was her way of apologizing.

"I want..." Camilla narrowed her bright, clear eyes slightly, letting the last word trail off in a whisper.

Sinclair’s thin lips curved into a faint smile as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Alright, I’ll give it to you right away."

His deep, slightly hoarse voice gave away nothing of his true emotions.

The atmosphere inside the car grew thick with tension, charged with unspoken intimacy.

Before long, the car pulled into the underground parking lot of Luther Corporation.

Camilla glanced out the window and frowned. "Why are we at the office?"

She had assumed they were heading home—that was why she’d dared to say those things on the road.

"Hmm, there’s an important international meeting this afternoon," Sinclair murmured, his gaze lingering on her slightly swollen lips.

His voice was low, laced with something unspoken.

"But don’t worry, Camilla. We still have plenty of time."

With that, he swept his delicate wife into his arms and carried her into the private elevator, ascending straight to the CEO’s office.

Ramsey, ever the tactful assistant, discreetly closed the door from the outside, ensuring no one would disturb them.

Inside the private lounge...

Though called a lounge, the space was as spacious as a proper room, equipped with every conceivable amenity.

The moment they stepped inside, Sinclair tugged off Camilla’s hair tie, sending her chestnut-brown curls cascading down her shoulders.

Her dark, luminous eyes glazed with a misty haze, she looked irresistibly alluring—a vision of languid sensuality.

His gaze darkened as he cupped her face, leaning in to claim her lips.

But Camilla tilted her head slightly away, her cheeks flushed crimson.

"Sweetheart, we’re at the office," she murmured.

Just outside, the workspace buzzed with the possibility of interruptions at any moment.

"Mmm, my office," he countered, his voice a low, husky murmur that curled around her like smoke.

"No one comes in without my permission." ...

Yet.

The international meeting originally scheduled to begin in an hour was, in the end, postponed to yet another hour.