Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 166: Antonio Mega is just a passing phase in your life

Chapter 166: Antonio Mega is just a passing phase in your life

"Camilla,"

Tiffany leaned closer to the camera, lowering her voice with an air of secrecy.

"Are you really clueless, or are you just pretending?"

Camilla frowned, her delicate face a picture of confusion.

"What?"

Instead of answering right away, Tiffany continued in a hushed tone.

"First, tell me—your big boss isn’t going to suddenly come back, is he?"

"Probably not," Camilla watched Tiffany’s overly cautious expression with amusement.

"Ramsey said the meeting will take at least an hour."

"Good, that’s a relief,"

Tiffany instantly relaxed again, her eyes gleaming with the knowing spark of someone about to share juicy gossip.

"I’m talking about how Senior Mega has feelings for you."

"Fanny,"

Camilla rubbed her temples with a weary sigh.

"Don’t you think your friendship goggles are a bit too strong?

That you assume everyone has a crush on me?" Her beautiful eyes, slightly upturned, shimmered with amused exasperation.

"Senior Mega and I are just friends—nothing more, nothing less."

Back then, her mind had been consumed by two things: escaping the Sanchez family and searching desperately for her grandfather.

Romance was the last thing on her mind, and she hadn’t even spared a thought for love.

To her, Antonio was merely a slightly more familiar face among her peers.

"It’s not my friendship goggles—it’s your beauty that’s too overpowering,"

Tiffany chuckled, propping her chin on her hand as she gazed at her friend’s face on the video call—a face so flawless it could’ve been barbie’s masterpiece.

"Remember the first time I saw you?

I was completely stunned.

How could anyone be that breathtaking?"

And if even she, a fellow girl, couldn’t help but feel that way, what chance did the guys stand?

"Stop," Camilla cut in with a playful grin.

"Fanny, I’ve heard this a thousand times.

Keep going, and I might start suspecting you’ve switched teams and fallen for me."

"Honestly," Tiffany suddenly fixed Camilla with a serious gaze, speaking earnestly.

"I actually did think about it that way."

Camilla: "..." "Ha!

Just messing with you," Tiffany laughed, her beautiful eyes crinkling into crescents, her fair face bright with amusement.

"But I wasn’t joking about Senior Mega having feelings for you," she added casually, picking up a lychee and peeling it.

"Haven’t you noticed?

In the entire school, you’re the only girl he doesn’t keep at arm’s length—literally.

He maintains at least a three-meter distance from everyone else."

Thanks to her close friendship with Camilla, Tiffany occasionally managed to exchange a few words with Senior Mega.

But even those rare conversations always revolved around Camilla.

She had kept quiet about it, not wanting to spoil Senior Mega’s sweet, secret crush—letting him confess in his own time.

Who would’ve guessed the person in question remained completely clueless?

"That’s just because our professor assigned us to the same group.

We had to collaborate on the research project—it wasn’t by choice," Camilla argued.

"Tsk, tsk."

Tiffany shook her head, looking utterly exasperated, as if dealing with a hopeless case.

"You probably didn’t know this, but Senior Mega never had a partner before you."

"Oh?"

Camilla couldn’t have cared less.

"I really had no idea."

Or rather, she had never even bothered to think about it.

"Well, you know what they say—those on the inside can’t see what’s obvious to outsiders."

Tiffany popped a strawberry into her mouth, savoring it with satisfaction.

"I actually thought you two would end up together.

I mean, the untouchable campus heartthrob and the goddess-level beauty?

A match made in heaven.

Who would’ve guessed he’d suddenly leave like that?"

She sighed wistfully.

"But then again, maybe this was fate’s way of setting things right.

After all, Big Boss Luther is your true destiny.

Senior Mega was just... just..." Tiffany trailed off, struggling to find the right word.

Just then, a deep, icy male voice cut through the air.

"A passing phase?"

"Exactly!"

Tiffany nodded vigorously.

"That’s the perfect word—you always get me."

Her words trailed off abruptly as her eyes widened in shock at the strikingly handsome man who had appeared behind Camilla without warning.

Wait—wasn’t the big boss supposed to be away today?

Talk about bad timing!

Camilla turned in surprise.

"Sweetheart?

The meeting’s over already?"

"I wanted to come back to you sooner, so I wrapped things up early," Sinclair replied, his gaze shifting to the screen where Tiffany’s face was frozen in alarm.

A faint, unreadable smile played on his lips.

"Don’t mind me.

Carry on."

Camilla had no idea how much he’d overheard.

Knowing her husband’s jealous streak, she worried he might misunderstand, but she couldn’t just abandon her friend either.

With a subtle, pleading glance at her husband, she turned her attention back to the computer screen.

"Fanny, what was the good news you mentioned earlier?"

Camilla stared at the screen, puzzled.

Tiffany remained frozen in the video call—her posture unchanged, her expression eerily still.

"Fanny?"

Still no response.

"Is the connection frozen?"

Camilla frowned, baffled by the sudden glitch.

Meanwhile, Sinclair observed the subtle flicker in Tiffany’s eyes—just as Camilla glanced down to check the network.

His dark eyes narrowed, lips curving into an inscrutable smile.

"Guess it really is frozen.

I’ll call again."

Camilla ended the video.

On the other end, the moment the call disconnected, Tiffany clutched her chest and exhaled sharply.

If that had lasted any longer, she wouldn’t have been able to hold it together.

At that very moment, Camilla’s video call came through again.

Without hesitation, Tiffany hit the decline button and immediately sent three voice messages.

"Camilla, my signal suddenly got terrible here.

Let’s catch up properly after I’m discharged from the hospital in a couple days, okay?"

"Oh, and a friend sent me two crates of strawberries. I’ve arranged for a local courier to deliver them to you—should be arriving soon.

Enjoy them slowly with your big shot there."

"I’m going to rest now, no need to reply."

After sending the messages, Tiffany exhaled in relief and contentedly resumed eating the lychee in her hand.

Sorry, Camilla.

I admit I’m useless, but I’m genuinely scared.

On the other end, Camilla listened to the voice messages and instantly understood everything.

Her crimson lips pressed together in helpless frustration.

So much for "friends in need are friends indeed"—here was living proof of fair-weather friendship.

Sinclair arched an eyebrow and moved to sit on the nearby sofa, leaning back comfortably.

Setting aside what he’d been holding, he fixed his dark, amused eyes on Camilla.

"Come here, sweetheart."

His deep voice made it impossible to tell whether there’d been any pause between those four words.

Camilla closed her laptop and obediently walked over, settling into her usual spot before wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.

"Sweetheart."

"Hmm."

Sinclair looked down at Camilla, his thin lips parting as he spoke slowly.

"Does my baby have something to tell me?"

His voice was slightly husky, betraying no discernible emotion.

He had overlooked it before—he hadn’t properly looked into Camilla’s life during her university days.

He wondered just how many passersby like this there had been.

Camilla knew the principle: confession brought leniency, while resistance invited severity.

Besides, there had never been anything between her and Senior Mega in the first place.

"There is."

She briefly recounted the simplest of stories—her interactions with Senior Mega during university and their chance reunion at the café a couple of days ago.

"That’s all there is to it," she said, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

"Don’t go getting jealous over nothing." Camilla might not mind, but the other person certainly would.

"Not jealous, huh?"

Sinclair lowered his head, his thin lips hovering near Camilla’s, his dark eyes smoldering with intensity.

"Then tell me, Camilla," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "what should I be tasting instead?"

With deliberate slowness, he brushed his lips against his delicate wife’s, teasing yet possessive.

"Hmm?"