Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 278: Be good

Chapter 278: Be good

"Water..."

Tiffany’s clothes were drenched, the coolness bringing her momentary relief.

"More water..."

Her usually sweet voice had turned breathy and pleaded under the influence of the drug.

"Give it to me."

She felt like she was stranded in a desert, her body scorched and parched, desperate for any drop of moisture to soothe her.

Her delicate, innocent features were now flushed with an irresistible allure—a sight that would test any man’s restraint.

Calvin’s temple throbbed, his gaze darkening to an almost dangerous intensity.

"Alright."

Calvin tipped the remaining half-bottle of water to her lips, letting her drink until it was empty. With the whole bottle gone, Tiffany finally settled slightly.

Her slender fingers clutched at Calvin’s collar as she nestled back against the crook of his neck.

Though soft whimpers still escaped her lips, at least she stayed still—for now. Calvin finally relaxed slightly, pulling Tiffany close as he leaned back into the chair.

*Click—*

With one hand, he fished out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, then leisurely flicked open his lighter to light it.

His long, mesmerizing eyes narrowed slightly.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have refused Tiffany.

Over the past while, he’d become acutely aware of his unusual feelings for her.

If things continued like this, he’d undoubtedly be the first to lose control.

They needed to get to the villa as soon as possible. Just then, the phone suddenly rang.

"Mr. Calvin,"

Jey’s frantic voice crackled through the line.

"I heard something went wrong at tonight’s banquet—you were seriously injured?!"

Jey had barely stepped away, and now Mr. Calvin was hurt.

Maybe he should have stayed by his side every second.

Calvin exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

"If I can still answer the phone, it can’t be that bad."

The teasing remark took on a completely different meaning in Jey’s ears.

"What?"

Jey froze.

"You can only answer phone calls now?!"

A flurry of rustling noises immediately came from his end.

"No, I have to go back and take care of you.

I need to return right away."

If anything happened to President Calvin, the old lady would surely have his head.

"Jey."

Calvin rubbed his throbbing temple with the hand holding his cigarette, his tone weary with resignation.

"After all these years by my side, you really haven’t changed a bit."

"Don’t worry, sir!"

Clearly missing the subtext in Calvin’s words, Jey’s voice trembled on the verge of tears.

"No matter what happens, no matter when—my loyalty to you will never waver!"

Loyalty?

Calvin’s lips curled into a wry smile.

"I was referring to brains."

Jey: ...Just as he was about to speak, a soft, delicate female voice came through the phone.

"More."

Just two words, yet they struck Jey like a bolt of lightning.

Had he just... hallucinated?!

"Alright," Calvin twisted open another bottle of water and brought it to Tiffany’s lips.

"Open up."

They still had a way to go before reaching the villa.

Drenching her clothes again would only make her catch a chill.

Jey’s hand trembled in shock, sending his phone clattering to the ground.

What—what in the world had he just heard?!

By the time he fumbled to pick up his phone, the call had already ended.

Two messages popped up on Whatsapp.

"Don’t worry about matters in San Francisco.

Your top priority now is to take good care of Sinclair and Camilla."

"Otherwise, don’t even think about coming back."

Jey was still reeling from what he’d just witnessed.

Has their boss really acquired a new mistress during this short trip?

The drug had taken full effect now, and water could no longer soothe Tiffany’s burning skin.

Her delicate brows knitted together in distress as her slender fingers fumbled blindly, desperately searching for anything that might bring relief from the scorching heat coursing through her veins.

"Be good,"

Calvin flicked away his half-smoked cigarette and firmly grasped Tiffany’s restless arms.

His usually languid voice carried a husky edge.

"Don’t move.

We’ll be there soon."

Of course— Those words were meant for Tiffany, but also for himself.

Time ticked by slowly.

Before long, the car rolled to a stop at their destination.

The buzz-cut young man, worried about his boss’s injuries, hurriedly stepped out and opened the rear door.

"Mr. Calvin, we arr—"

But the scene inside the car struck him speechless, his eyes widening in shock.

Others might not know, but those who had worked long enough at Calvin Corporation understood one thing clearly: Their CEO had always been the type to "pluck flowers without leaving a trace."

The rumors of his romantic escapades were mostly just publicity stunts to boost promising artists under his label. Nothing more.

This was the first time something like this had happened.

No wonder he was so shocked, frozen in place, unable to move.

The intimate atmosphere shattered as Calvin pulled Tiffany into his arms and turned his gaze toward the intruder.

Those usually smiling eyes were now dark and deadly serious.

"Get the hell out."

Just four words, but they sounded as if they had been ground out between his teeth.

The young man with the buzz cut met his boss’s gaze and snapped back to reality, nodding frantically.

"My apologies, Mr. Calvin... I’ll leave right now... right now."

Calvin turned and bolted, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste.

At the last second, he managed to steady himself.

His panic was unmistakable.

"Calvin..."

Tiffany’s voice was soft and trembling, her tear-dampened lashes fluttering.

"I..." "I know. It’s alright, sweetheart."

Calvin gently kissed Tiffany’s forehead, then wrapped her in his suit jacket and carried her out of the car toward the villa, his voice husky yet tender.

The night stretched long, ripe with burgeoning love

. —— Meanwhile.

Hot Spring Resort, City N. A newly completed project under the Calvin Corporation, spanning over 8,000 acres.

A pinnacle of luxury, blending leisure, dining, entertainment, and vacation into one extravagant retreat.

Every corner exuded opulence and romance.

Though not yet open to the public, the resort currently hosts only two guests: Sinclair and Camilla.

At that moment, in the panoramic skylight restaurant on the sub-penthouse floor.

Sinclair cradled his delicate wife in his arms, dutifully playing the role of her devoted caretaker.

Camilla, long accustomed to her husband’s attentive pampering, nestled comfortably against him, basking in his affection without a second thought.

The scene was heartwarming, almost like a painting frozen in time.

But the tender moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock at the door.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther," Jey’s voice sounded from outside the door.

Camilla immediately tried to slip off Sinclair’s lap.

After all, they weren’t at the Luther residence, and being overly intimate in front of outsiders wasn’t appropriate.

But Sinclair’s arm didn’t loosen—instead, it tightened around her waist.

"Stay still," he murmured, lowering his head as he brought the spoon to her lips again.

"Come in."

The last two words were clearly directed at the person outside.

"President Luther, Mrs. Luther," Jey entered, carrying an exquisitely crafted bottle of premium liquor.

Calvin acted as though their closeness was perfectly ordinary, offering a slight bow before continuing, "This is a special wine prepared by President Calvin for the two of you."

Sinclair didn’t respond immediately.

His dark, narrowed eyes flicked down to Camilla in his arms..

"Want some?"

Camilla knew full well her alcohol tolerance was laughably low—three cups and she’d be out cold.

But in this moment, with him holding her like this, she couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

A soft smile curved her lips.

"Yes."

Of course she did. It wasn’t every day she got to go on a date with her husband.