Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 289: Tiffany treats Calvin’s wounds

Chapter 289: Tiffany treats Calvin’s wounds

"Alright."

Tiffany walked in carrying a small first aid kit.

"The doctor has already left.

Grandma Calvin asked me to change your dressings.."

Grandma Calvin was right.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else here was male—clumsy-handed and likely to hurt Calvin if they tried to help.

Grandma Calvin’s eyesight wasn’t the best either, so it had to be her.

Calvin instantly understood his grandmother’s intentions, the corners of his lips curling helplessly.

This old lady—really.

"Alright," he said, his peach-blossom eyes glinting with faint amusement.

"Then I’ll trouble you."

"It’s no trouble," Tiffany replied, setting the kit on the table and organizing the supplies.

"If it weren’t for me, your wounds wouldn’t have worsened like this."

At these words, both of them couldn’t help recalling what had happened the night before, their expressions faltering slightly.

The atmosphere between them instantly grew intimate and charged.

"I need to change your dressing," Tiffany spoke up, breaking the quiet tension that had settled between them..

"Here, or on the sofa?"

Calvin glanced at the couch, his voice gentle.

"Here is fine."

Tiffany exhaled a small, imperceptible sigh of relief.

Sitting was definitely better than lying down—at least it wouldn’t be as awkward.

Even though she had already seen this man lying down just that morning.

"Take off your shirt."

Though she wasn’t a medical student, she had picked up quite a bit of basic knowledge from being around Camilla.

Changing a bandage shouldn’t be too difficult for her.

At least, that’s what she told herself—she had never actually done it before.

A faint, amused glimmer flickered in Calvin’s eyes as he responded in a low, unhurried voice.

"Alright."

Calvin shifted his posture, leaning back in his chair.

The executive chair glided smoothly with his movement, creating some distance.

His slender, well-defined fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with effortless grace.

One.

Two.

Soon, the man’s impeccably sculpted physique was on full display.

Despite Calvin’s refined and debonair appearance, the body hidden beneath his clothes was nothing short of extraordinary—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, with well-defined pectorals and abs.

Every contour was pronounced, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Tiffany kept her gaze fixed on his wound, careful not to let her eyes wander, though a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

"This might hurt a little.

Try to bear with it."

In her words, Calvin’s eyes darkened.

It was the same phrase he had whispered in her ear the night before.

Perfectly precise.

Tiffany remained oblivious to the man’s peculiar gaze as she carefully unwrapped the gauze around Calvin’s waist.

In the process, she inevitably leaned in closer, her arms encircling his torso.

The warmth of his body radiated through her palms, sending a flush creeping up her cheeks.

Her breath hitched, and she quickened her movements, eager to finish the task.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Calvin’s lips, deepening slightly.

Fortunately, the gauze wasn’t wrapped too tightly, and she soon managed to remove it.

Tiffany exhaled softly in relief.

Picking up the sterilized scissors, she snipped away the medical dressing covering the wound.

Beneath it lay a vicious gash, stark and gruesome.

Tiffany leaned in closer, her beautiful eyes trembling slightly at the sight.

"Is it this bad?"

"It’s nothing," Calvin replied calmly, his gaze steady on her.

"Looks worse than it is.

The cut isn’t deep."

Tiffany pressed her lips together without responding, the guilt on her face deepening even further.

She could see the wound clearly.

"Fanny," Calvin, sensing Tiffany’s true thoughts, leaned slightly closer.

His dark eyes flickered with a hint of helplessness.

"Don’t worry, okay?"

Simple as those words were, the way he said them carried an indescribable weight.

When Tiffany met those pitch-black eyes, her heartbeat suddenly quickened.

A flustered, uncertain feeling welled up from deep within.

She nodded hastily, picking up the tweezers to carefully disinfect the wound.

For better access, she simply crouched down in front of Calvin.

"Tell me if it hurts—I’ll be gentler."

A smile spread from Calvin’s lips all the way to his chest, his body trembling faintly with quiet amusement.

These were the exact words he had said to Fanny last night.

Who knew they’d be thrown back at him so soon?

And in this manner, no less.

"What—"

Seeing this, Tiffany immediately withdrew her hand and looked up at him.

"Did I hurt you?"

"No," Calvin replied, gazing down at her delicate and lovely face, mimicking her words with a lazy smile in his dark, narrow eyes.

"I’m not afraid of pain.

Keep going."

Tiffany, having no memory of last night’s conversation, didn’t notice anything unusual and continued tending to his wound.

But her movements were gentler now, occasionally blowing softly on the injury—hoping the coolness of her breath might ease his discomfort.

The tender sensation on his abdomen was like vines sprouting out of nowhere, creeping steadily toward Calvin’s heart.

Leaning back in his chair, he watched her with a soft gaze.

The study fell into silence.

Outside the slightly ajar door, two figures pressed close, eavesdropping.

The bodyguards stationed on either side chose to turn a blind eye.

Grandma Calvin remained composed, showing no trace of embarrassment at being caught listening in.

"So, what did they say just now?"

"Mr. Calvin said..."

Gino repeated what he’d overheard, his face a mix of panic and helplessness.

Honest to God, he hadn’t volunteered for this.

The old lady had claimed her hearing wasn’t sharp enough and ordered him to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

If Mr. Calvin found out, he’d be a dead man. Inside the study.

"Calvin," Tiffany looked up at him as she finished tending to his wound.

"Hmm,"

Calvin responded, almost wishing the injury had been deeper—anything to prolong her attention.

"What is it?"

Meeting those dark, fathomless eyes, Tiffany’s heart skipped a beat.

Her mind went blank for a second before she snapped back to reality, quickly averting her gaze.

"Was Jayden the one who did this to you?"

The last image of Jayden’s twisted, ferocious expression still sent chills down her spine. Jayden.

Calvin narrowed his eyes slightly, instantly recognizing the man Tiffany was referring to.

"No, I got hurt from something else," he said, his gaze softening as his voice grew gentler.

"A man like that couldn’t lay a finger on me." That was a relief.

Otherwise, she would have felt even guiltier. Tiffany nodded and finished rebandaging his wound before attempting to stand.

But she had been crouching for too long—her legs had long gone numb.

The moment she rose, she lost her balance and stumbled sideways.

Fortunately, a lean, strong arm caught her firmly around the waist, pulling her into an embrace.

The distinct scent of a man enveloped her. Startled, Tiffany instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

"Sorry!"

Realizing what she had done, she quickly let go and hastily stepped back, steadying herself against the chair as she broke free from his hold.

"Thanks."

"Fanny, actually..."

Before Calvin could finish his sentence, the warmth in his arms vanished as she pulled away.

Just then, a sharp ringtone cut through the air.

"Ring-ring—"

"Ring-ring—"

Tiffany glanced at her phone screen, her delicate brows knitting slightly at the caller ID.

"Sorry, I need to take this."

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