Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 284: Do you have a secret lover?

Chapter 284: Do you have a secret lover?

The living room was steeped in quiet elegance.

The elderly woman sat poised in a classic black cheongsam, her silver-white hair meticulously styled.

Her only adornment was an exquisite jade bracelet, its emerald hue glowing softly against her wrist.

Time had traced delicate lines across her face, yet her refined beauty still shone through—every inch the dignified matriarch.

She held a cup of steaming tea, her gaze steady as she questioned Gino.

Gino, meanwhile, dabbed at the cold sweat on his forehead, his replies measured and cautious.

The sound of approaching footsteps drew both their attention.

Calvin strode in, his silver-gray suit immaculately tailored, not a crease in sight.

His every movement exuded effortless grace.

His strikingly handsome features—as if carved by a master sculptor—betrayed only a hint of surprise.

"Grandmother," he said, arching a brow before casting a cool glance at Gino.

"What brings you here?"

Gino shrank under his boss’s withering glare, wishing he could disappear into the floor.

Grandma’s orders weren’t something he could refuse.

"Well?"

Grandma Calvin set down her teacup with a clink, leveling an imperious stare at her grandson.

"Am I not welcome here?"

Her tone made it clear—one wrong word, and all hell would break loose.

"Of course you are," Calvin’s lips quirked at his grandmother’s faux indignation, though his eyes momentarily darkened as he thought of the person waiting upstairs.

"Every corner of the Calvin estate is yours to command."

Calvin needed to tactfully send the old lady packing before her presence caused... complications.

The dowager snorted.

"Who dared upset our beloved grandma?"

Moving behind her chair, Calvin began massaging her shoulders with practiced ease, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

"Point me at the culprit, and I’ll handle them personally."

His fingers worked the tension from her shoulders while his mind raced—time was running out before this family drama collided with his carefully laid plans.

"Who else but you, you little rascal?"

Granny Calvin grabbed Calvin’s hand, pretending to be angry as she gave it a few light smacks before pulling her grandson down to sit beside her..

"Who else would dare?!"

"Come now," Calvin leaned back on the sofa, his posture effortlessly elegant.

"Even if I were mad at the whole world, I’d never dream of upsetting you."

"Such a smooth talker,"

Granny Calvin hadn’t been truly angry to begin with, and now her stern expression melted under her grandson’s charm.

"Where are you hurt?

Why haven’t you taken care of it?"

Her eyes swept over him, her face etched with concern.

"Do you think your body is made of steel?"

In that moment, she was just like any doting grandmother, all her usual imposing presence set aside.

"Granny, it’s nothing serious," Calvin’s lips curved into a faint, resigned smile.

"Just a scratch."

"Just a scratch?"

Grandma Calvin arched an eyebrow.

"Getting stabbed counts as a ’scratch’ now?" She sure knew the details.

Calvin narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp as a blade as it landed on Gino.

Gino shivered involuntarily, quickly averting his eyes like a startled rabbit.

"Enough, stop glaring at him," grandma Calvin scoffed, her lip pursed in disapproval.

"If I want to know something, do you really think he’d dare hide it from me?"

Damn right.

Gino didn’t dare move a muscle, but internally, he was ready to give the old lady a standing ovation.

"Fine," Calvin relented, finally tearing his piercing gaze away.

"I’ll take you back to the estate first.

Might as well have grandma Calvin check my wound while we’re at it."

"That’ll take too long," Grandma Calvin glanced at the waiting female doctor, a flicker of something complicated passing through her eyes.

"Come take a look at his injury.

See how he’s doing."

Even the doctor had to be a woman, yet he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

She couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong.

"Right away."

The two female doctors picked up their medical kits and approached Calvin one after the other.

Knowing his grandmother’s temperament all too well, Calvin understood there was no getting out of this without showing her his wound.

With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and shirt, revealing the hastily treated injury beneath.

"You are a reckless boy, you never take care of yourself!"

Grandma Calvin’s brows knitted tightly at the sight of the vicious knife wound, her face etched with distress.

"I haven’t even held my great-grandchild yet."

Suddenly, a spark of inspiration flashed in her eyes.

"Maybe I should follow grandpa Luther’s example and arrange a marriage for you outright?

Look at Sinclair—he and that girl married first and fell in love afterward.

They seem perfectly happy."

"Grandma."

Calvin rubbed his temples, cutting her off with a weary sigh.

"Don’t forget you promised not to interfere with my marriage."

"That was before you tricked me, you rascal," Grandma.

Calvin retorted, her expression a mix of exasperation and disappointment.

"Who would’ve thought you’d sit by the pond without catching a single fish?

You’re almost thirty and still—"

Knowing exactly where this was heading, Calvin cut her off sharply.

"Grandmother!" Mrs. Calvin pursed her lips but didn’t press further.

Gino was long accustomed to the old lady’s dual nature, but the two doctors witnessing this for the first time were pleasantly surprised—beneath her dignified exterior lay a heartwarming, almost endearing personality.

Calvin tossed his suit jacket toward Gino without a second glance.

"It’s soiled.

Take it back to my room and fetch me another."

There was a deliberate weight in his dark, inscrutable gaze.

Another one?

Gino paused, then immediately grasped his boss’s unspoken message.

Ah.

Calvin wanted me to remind Miss Tiffany. "...Understood."

Gino lifted his foot, about to head upstairs. "What’s so dirty about it?

Seems to me you’re just making a fuss," grandma.

Calvin frowned, her sharp gaze landing on Gino. "Just ignore him."

"Huh?"

Gino froze mid-step, arms full of clothes, and shot a helpless look at Calvin.

"Mr. Calvin, this—"

"If the old lady says no, then leave it be,"

Calvin replied, his striking features betraying nothing but indifference as he glanced at Gino.

"Put the clothes down and go fetch my watch from the room."

"Yes, sir."

Gino quickly set the clothes on the sofa and hurried upstairs— eager to escape before the old lady could say another word.

"Always in such a rush," grandma.

Calvin remarked, sipping her tea as she observed their exchange with keen eyes.

"Anyone would think you’ve got a secret lover hidden away in here."

A secret lover?

Calvin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Truth be told, Grandma wasn’t entirely wrong.

Life had a funny way of turning into a drama when you least expected it.

No sooner had grandma Calvin finished speaking than a soft, melodious voice floated down from the staircase.

"Calvin, your injury—"