Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 50: Boss Sinclair is a full definition of a jealous husband

Chapter 50: Boss Sinclair is a full definition of a jealous husband

"You’re going to do it?"

Camilla acted surprised, looking at Sinclair.

She absolutely knew, of course, that Sinclair could cook.

In her previous life, he had even cooked for her a few times; she just never ate it, that’s all.

But now, she wasn’t supposed to know.

"My cooking skills are not as good as yours," Sinclair gave a small smile, his clear and handsome face turning slightly soft.

"But it’s just about edible."

As he spoke, he took off his suit and hung it up, and began to undo his cufflinks.

"I’ll help you,"

Camilla reached out, undoing Sinclair’s cufflinks for him, then gently rolled up his sleeves.

Sinclair lowered his eyes to look at her soft hair, her peaceful face, the expression in his eyes growing even more tender.

"Alright," Camilla looked up and directly into his warm, dark eyes.

Her heart instantly skipped a beat.

Sinclair leaned down and pressed a kiss onto Camilla’s forehead. "

Just wait for me a little while longer, I’ll be quick."

Having said that, he strode towards the kitchen.

Although the servants in the distance didn’t know what Sinclair and Camilla had been talking about, they could clearly see their actions.

"Oh my God, the boss is heading to the kitchen?!"

"Is our boss planning to cook for his wife?!"

"I’ve worked here for over ten years, and I’ve never ever seen our boss cook!!"

"Even Grandpa hasn’t tasted our boss’s personal cooking.

The boss really spoils his wife."

"Everyone, stay alert, in case the boss sets the kitchen on fire."...

Camilla did not hear the servants’ discussions, her gaze was solely focused on Sinclair’s retreating figure.

His tall, straight figure, and his broad, strong back.

Even in the kitchen, he still exuded an air of aloof nobility that made him seem above all, profound and dignified.

She could clearly feel that since the drunken evening the night before when she had poured her heart out to Sinclair, the distance between them had considerably narrowed.

Now was the time to strike while the iron was hot!!

Thinking of this, Camilla’s lips curled up into a small smile, and her eyes sparkled with joy.

At the same time, she also started walking towards the kitchen.

Sinclair was in the middle of cutting vegetables when his waist was suddenly embraced from behind.

"Sweetheart, you’re so good to me."

Just because he’s cooking for her does that count as good?

The movements of Sinclair’s hand paused slightly, a flicker of amusement flashing through his dark pupils.

"Didn’t I tell you to wait patiently?"

"I don’t want to wait, I want to keep you company." Like a languid cat, Camilla rubbed against the broad back of the man.

"Don’t you like it?"

Her gentle and sweet voice softened Sinclair’s heart.

His gaze quietly deepened, his voice low and husky yet incredibly clear,

"Of course I like it." This woman, she always has a way of easily swaying his emotions.

The movements of Sinclair’s hand continued, the deepness in the bottom of his eyes solidifying into a bottomless spot.

Once something begins to stir deep within the heart, it can be hard to suppress.

However, he had no intention to suppress it.

After all, she was his.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was exceptionally sweet.

The servants afar stared wide-eyed, their shipper’s souls aflame.

Help! This is way too sweet! After the meal.

"In half an hour, a designer will tailor a gown for you."

"Tailor a gown?"

Camilla looked frustrated.

"Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me earlier?!"

Had she known about the tailored gown, she wouldn’t have eaten so much noodles just now.

"Come here." Sinclair’s eyes sparkled with a smile.

Camilla obediently walked towards him.

Sinclair held Camilla in his arms, his long fingers gently caressing her waist.

"Don’t worry, nothing has changed."

"You can tell by just feeling?" Camilla was a bit surprised.

"My hands are the measuring tape," Sinclair casually stated.

Just as Camilla was about to laugh and say something, her phone suddenly rang.

"Sweetheart,"

Seeing the name flashing on the mobile phone screen, Camilla was about to get up and leave.

"I need to take a call."

The hand that Sinclair had around her waist did not loosen but instead, tightened slightly, trapping her within his embrace.

"Just take it here."

His long, ink-black eyes glanced nonchalantly towards the mobile screen.

In fact, what he really wanted to say was, ’You’re not allowed to take it.’

He did not like the feeling of her taking calls from someone else while in his embrace. However, fearing to startle her, he chose to change his words.

Alright then.

Seeing her husband’s uncompromising attitude, Camilla reluctantly nodded and pressed the answer button.

"Camilla, Tiffany’s sweet voice echoed from the other end of the call.

Hearing the invigorating voice of her good friend, Camilla’s face broke into a sweet smile. "Fanny.

Camilla?

Fanny?

Sinclair’s detailed fingers gently stroked the slender waist in his hand, the corner of his mouth formed a light smile, yet his downcast eyes darkened slightly.

Such closeness.

"Camilla,"

Tiffany’s voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Arlo called back and said he knew his wrongs.

He swore to me that he would never do it again."

Arlo?! A chill ran down Camilla’s body, the smile that had just lit up her face froze in an instant.

In her past life, it was Arlo who had stolen the original manuscript from Tiffany’s computer.

It was because of him that Tiffany was accused of plagiarism, leading to internet humiliation.

Eventually, she committed suicide by jumping from a building. She was always unaware of when Arlo had re-established contact with Tiffany.

It turned out to be just a few days after she married into the Luther Family.

Camilla’s eyes grew even heavier.

At this time in her past life, she was bedridden because Clara had pushed her down the stairs.

Hence, she hadn’t received this phone call from Tiffany and didn’t know about this matter.

This time around, she must not let the tragedy replay itself once again!

Her fingertips gripping the phone, gradually turning white.

The two were standing very close to each other.

Naturally, Sinclair could not avoid hearing the content of the phone call.

Noticing Camilla’s peculiar behavior, he paused his movements and slowly looked up.

Arlo?

Does this man’s name warrant such a big reaction from her?

"Camilla?"

Seeing that her friend had gone silent, Tiffany voiced her doubts.

"What’s wrong?

Is it inconvenient to talk now?" Camilla pulled herself out of her thoughts, struggling to suppress her emotions, and gently said in her usual tone.

"It’s convenient, I’m just surprised to hear about it all of a sudden."

"I was also surprised,"

Tiffany sweetly smiled and said, "I almost thought that I could only live this life with him, thankfully he came back."

As soon as she finished speaking, she added a sigh, "Camilla, I’m really happy."

Camilla pursed her lips slightly but merely responded indifferently.

"Have you agreed to get back with him?"

Camilla and Arlo were childhood sweethearts and had been together six years.

For Tiffany, Arlo was almost an obsession.

It wasn’t easy for her to just give up this idea with a few simple words.

"Not yet,"

Tiffany replied with a coy scoff.

"I’ve decided to give him the cold shoulder for a few days; to blow off some steam!!"

"You’re doing the right thing," While leaning against Sinclair, Camilla gradually felt a sense of tranquility.

"He deserves to be ignored a little more."

These past few days, she needed to carefully investigate this Arlo.

She wanted to find out why he was trying to harm Tiffany.

After revealing his true colours, it would be the best plan to confront Tiffany.

After chatting casually for a while, they hung up the phone.

Camilla quietly leaned into Sinclair’s arms.

The recent interruption had somehow left her feeling down.

Sinclair amused himself with Camilla’s slender, soft fingers, as if he was playing with porcelain.

"You don’t like that man?"

"Hmm?"

There was a slender ink-colored gaze in Sinclair’s slightly narrowed forehead, like an unfathomable cold lake.

He did not like Camilla placing her emotions on other men.

Be it affection, or antipathy. No way.

However, Sinclair did not reveal his true feelings.

He feared his obsessed and sickly possessiveness would scare away the woman in his arms, frightened she might gaze at him with terror.

Camilla knew Sinclair had a sharp intuition, there was no way she could hide her real emotions from him.

Moreover, she had no plans of hiding it.

"I don’t like him,"

Camilla looked up at Sinclair and softly said,

"Sweetheart, I always feel that Arlo’s sudden reappearance near Tiffany is not for any good intentions.

I want to ask Ramsey to thoroughly investigate him,"

In the woman’s bright and clear eyes, there was full of reliance and trust.

"Can we do that?" Sinclair looked at the beautiful eyes that were brimmed full with his reflection, his deep gaze flickering.

Coldness in his eyes, suddenly dissipated quite a bit.

"Mmm," Sinclair dropped his gaze and spoke softly.

"You are my wife, you can use anyone from the Luther Family at will, no need to ask for my permission."

"Okay," Camilla felt sweet in her heart.

She hugged Sinclair’s neck and leaned in to kiss his lips.

Sinclair’s eyes, the moment they made contact with her moist red lips, She really knows how to pique his interest at every moment.

Making him want to melt her directly into his body.

Sinclair reached out to clasp the back of Camilla’s head and tilted his head for a kiss.

At first, he tasted her lips briefly but then the kiss became increasingly deeper.

They kissed for a good ten minutes before they finally separated.

Camilla’s face was flushed, she laid weakly on Sinclair’s broad shoulders, her beautiful eyes shining like water.

Every time Sinclair, kissed her, he would feel like wanting to slash her bones and take her into his body.

Sinclair gently stroked Camilla’s back with one hand, glancing at his watch with the other. Time was almost up.

"I need to head to the office," he said. He settled Camilla onto the couch and bestowed her a light kiss on the forehead.

"I’ll pick you up at seven."

Hearing this, Camilla suddenly remembered her friend gathering that evening and obediently nodded.

"Okay."

Only then did Sinclair pick up his suit from the side and step out.

Standing outside, Ramsey who was on the verge of notifying another meeting delay, finally sighted his boss’s figure.

Ever since Madam arrived, he finally understood what Sinclair was so content at home.

Of course, he only dared to mumble these words in his heart.

Just as the black Maybach was about to leave, Sinclair suddenly lifted his eyes, looking at Ramsey through the rearview mirror.

"Is the chief designer of UNIQUE male or female?"

Caught off guard by the sudden question, Ramsey was taken aback for a moment before he quickly understood.

Boss Luther, was asking about the brand designer who would later come to take the madam’s measurements.

After pondering for a few seconds, he responded.

"The man’s name is Steven."

Why would boss always ask about such trifling matters? Does it matter if the designer is male or female?

"When it comes to measuring dimensions," Sinclair slightly opened his thin lips, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Don’t let him touch."

So, does he also feel jealous about the designer?

A sense of helplessness crept over Ramsey’s face. Being single is truly a crime.

This job is becoming more and more difficult.

At the Taylor Family.

"Cough... cough..."

Taylor held a dark gray handkerchief to his mouth, suppressing his own coughing.

"Brother, I promise I won’t drink that much alcohol next time, so please don’t be angry."

Standing in front of him, Melissa looked full of heartache.

He immediately poured a cup of water and handed it to his brother.

"I promise!!"

"How many times have you made these promises?"

Taylor took the cup and took a sip, then casually glanced at Melissa.

His elegant fair face showed no particular expression, yet it still sent out a cold vibe.