Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 282: She’s adorable

Chapter 282: She’s adorable

Calvin?!

Tiffany froze, then slowly turned her head toward the owner of the arm wrapped around her.

That face—devastatingly handsome, with those slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes gazing at her through a haze of lazy amusement.

Who else could it be but Huo Yan?

His well-built torso bore several bite marks, the ones on his throat and collarbones particularly conspicuous.

Tiffany’s face instantly flushed crimson, her lips parting and closing wordlessly.

"I... you... we..." After all, she had been the one who—well—*forced the issue* last night!

"Fanny."

The corner of Calvin’s mouth curved faintly, his voice still rough with sleep.

"We didn’t sleep till dawn.

Stay with me a little longer."

As he spoke, the arm around her waist tightened slightly, pulling her back against his chest.

His sharply defined jaw settled against the crook of her neck.

Now that this had happened, he had no intention of running from it. Life is too short to deny your true feelings.

Dawn had already broken by the time they finally slept.

Slept.

Slept.

Tiffany lay stiffly, a deep flush spreading from her face down to her body.

How could she be so shameless? She had kept Calvin up all night!

Swallowing hard, she spoke in a cautious whisper.

"Calvin—"

"Hmm?"

His voice, slightly hoarse, brushed against her ear—languid and intoxicating.

But Tiffany was in no mood to appreciate it.

"I’m sorry...

I really didn’t mean to," she murmured, biting her lip as she turned to face him, their noses nearly touching.

"You... you won’t sue me, will you?"

Sure, they were friends now—but that didn’t give her the right to just... sleep with him like this.

In such situations, the one being coerced is always the victim—gender doesn’t matter.

If Calvin decided to press charges, Tiffany might as well start practicing prison blues behind bars.

Calvin hadn’t expected Tiffany to respond like this, and the corners of his lips curled deeper in amusement.

"What if I said I would?"

His narrow, dark eyes glinted with faint mockery.

"What would you do then?"

Tiffany’s long, thick lashes fluttered slightly, her voice softening as she answered earnestly, "I’d beg you."

Her tone was laced with bitterness and resignation.

"Go on, beg then."

Calvin chuckled under his breath, his deep-set eyes fixed on her delicate, porcelain profile as he remarked coolly,

"Who knows?

I might just take pity on you and let it go."

It was the first time he’d heard someone treat the act of begging so seriously, and he couldn’t help but find the woman in his arms adorably naive.

"Really?"

A spark of hope lit up Tiffany’s eyes as she turned to face him.

"Please—"

In her excitement, she completely forgot about her current predicament.

As she turned her head, her rosy lips brushed against the man’s nose.

That fleeting touch of softness stirred something in Calvin.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened.

The once-lighthearted atmosphere in the room suddenly turned thick with tension.

Tiffany’s face burned as if set aflame, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of crimson. She was just about to say something to break the spell when a sudden knock rapped against the door.

"President Calvin?"

The voice belonged to Gino, the young man with the buzz cut.

"Are you awake?"

It wasn’t that he had a death wish—it was just that President Calvin’s back injury was already serious enough.

And after last night... it couldn’t wait any longer.

At the sound of the voice, Tiffany’s mind went blank, but her body moved on instinct, burying her face under the covers.

The next second, she regretted it.

The luxurious down comforter did little to block the light flooding the room, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Panicked, she clutched the blanket and scrambled back out.

"I didn’t see anything,"

Tiffany blurted out, her beautiful eyes wide with panic as she met the man’s enigmatic, smiling gaze.

"Really."

The moment the words left her lips, she wanted to smack herself.

Wasn’t this a textbook case of a guilty conscience protesting too much?

The more flustered and embarrassed Tiffany became, the more Calvin wanted to tease her.

"We’ve already used it," he murmured, leaning closer, his voice low and deliberate.

"Seeing it doesn’t matter."

His dark, narrow eyes were filled with nothing but tenderness.

*Used it?!

Seeing it doesn’t matter?!*

Tiffany couldn’t take it anymore.

She quickly reached out and pressed her hand against his lips, her narrowed eyes flashing with a mix of panic and playful reproach.

"I really didn’t mean to," she protested, her voice soft and sweet, laced with a hint of a whine.

"Stop saying things like that."

That delicate, upturned tone melted something in Calvin’s chest.

With his long, elegant fingers, he pressed Tiffany’s hand against his lips and kissed it gently, his dark eyes fixed intently on her.

"Alright, I won’t say it."

His voice was low and husky, tender and indulgent. Tiffany’s beautiful eyes fluttered slightly, nearly losing herself in the man’s seemingly affectionate gaze.

"President Calvin?"

Gino’s concerned voice rang out again. "President Calvin, are you alright?"

If there was no response soon, he would have to "defy all consequences" and barge in. Calvin: "..."

The people around him were truly getting worse by the day. "I’m fine," he replied in a deep voice.

"Leave."

Under normal circumstances, Gino wouldn’t dare disobey Calvin’s orders.

But now, with the old lady’s decree hanging over his head, he couldn’t report back until President Calvin’s injuries were properly treated.

Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to speak again.

"The doctor is waiting downstairs.

Your injuries have gone untreated all night. If we delay any longer—"

Calvin’s eyes darkened dangerously.

"Get out.

Now."

His icy voice carried a barely restrained fury.

Gino flinched at the suppressed rage in his boss’s tone, shrinking back and immediately falling silent.

Injuries. Left untreated for an entire night.

Tiffany latched onto the key details from the conversation outside, her guilt deepening.

Worry and tension painted her delicate features.

"You’re hurt?

Where?"

"Just a scratch."

Calvin smirked, feigning nonchalance.

"It’s nothing."

But judging by the concern in that man’s voice, it was far from "nothing."

Tiffany’s brows knitted together as she sat up, her gaze fixed on Calvin.

"Let me see."

Calvin didn’t respond, his dark eyes flickering with intensity as they landed on the alluring sight before Tiffany.

Tiffany, who had been watching him closely, immediately noticed where his gaze had settled.

With a soft gasp, she instinctively raised her hands to cover herself.

When she had been half-conscious, it hadn’t mattered as much—but now, fully awake, she couldn’t bear the way Calvin’s scorching gaze seemed to sear right through her.

Yet her hands were too small, or perhaps the temptation too great.

Instead of hiding anything, the gesture only added a different kind of allure.

She used to resist, but now she understood—

Once you’ve tasted the sweetness, you crave it.

Calvin’s throat moved as he swallowed hard, his eyes darkening further.

But he knew—Tiffany didn’t feel that way about him.

At least, not yet. What happened last night had been nothing more than an accident.

So he wouldn’t—couldn’t—do anything.

"I—" Tiffany bit her lip.

"I’ll go get dressed first."

She grabbed the bedsheet, attempting to cover herself.

In her flustered haste, she accidentally exposed the man’s body beneath the blanket.

"Sorry, sorry—"

She immediately pulled the sheet back over him, opting instead to clutch a pillow against herself as she slipped out of bed.

Scooping up the clothes scattered on the carpet, she hurried into the bathroom.

Leaning against the headboard, Calvin watched with a lazy, amused smirk on his strikingly handsome face.

Adorable, wasn’t she?

Calvin picked up his phone and dialed a number.

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