Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 304: Camilla is my wife and she is supposed to sleep with me..

Chapter 304: Camilla is my wife and she is supposed to sleep with me..

"Camilla, you have no right to speak here!!"

Jonathan’s words plunged the entire living room into silence.

Ramsey, who had just stepped inside, froze in his tracks.

How dare he speak to Ms Camilla like that in front of the CEO?

Some people never learn their lesson. Grandpa Luther’s brows furrowed deeply, his expression darkening.

Before he could say a word, a voice as cold and cutting as winter sliced through the air.

"Jonathan, the one who has no right to speak here is you."

Sinclair’s obsidian eyes burned with renewed fury, his voice dropping to a glacial timbre.

"My patience is running thin.

Get out now if you want to keep breathing."

Those simple words were enough to make everyone present hold their breath.

At that moment, no one doubted he meant every syllable.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly turned razor-sharp.

"You—you—"

Jonathan’s face flushed crimson with rage as he glared at Sinclair, though he ultimately didn’t dare utter a word.

The memory of nearly being strangled last time was still painfully fresh in his mind.

"Are you still not leaving?"

Grandpa Luther’s voice was icy as he addressed Jonathan.

"Do you really need to make this even uglier?"

Jonathan’s breath came in ragged gasps, taking a long moment to steady himself.

"Fine, I’m going."

Jonathan shot Camilla a venomous glance before turning on his heel and storming out.

Camilla’s delicate brows furrowed slightly.

There was something unsettling in the way Jonathan had looked at her—a shadow of danger she couldn’t quite place.

Though Jonathan had left, the warmth that had once filled the living room was now irrecoverably lost.

Grandpa Luther forced himself to finish a bowl of soup before retreating upstairs, his spirit visibly drained.

Camilla wanted to console him, but she knew words would be futile in a situation like this. No matter what she said, it wouldn’t help.

"Camilla,"

Sinclair cast a cold glance at Carie Ann, who was still clinging to Camilla’s embrace, and spoke in an icy tone.

"Hand her over to Aunt Naomi.

Let’s go rest in our room."

"Alright," Camilla turned toward Aunt Naomi.

"Aunt Naomi—"

Before she could finish, Carie Ann began shaking her head vigorously.

The little girl then wrapped her arms tightly around Camilla, pressing her soft cheek against hers and nuzzling gently—clearly putting on her most adorable act.

Sinclair’s brow furrowed.

Camilla immediately understood Carie Ann’s silent plea and softened her voice.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight,

sweetheart?"

With Carie Ann possibly being taken away tomorrow, she couldn’t help but feel reluctant to part with her.

The question brought mixed reactions—joy for some, dismay for others.

Carie Ann lifted her head, her bright eyes sparkling as she nodded eagerly, a radiant smile spreading across her cherubic face.

Camilla longed to say yes to the irresistibly sweet little girl, but the thought of her husband’s notorious jealousy made her hesitate.

She turned her head to look at Sinclair, her gentle voice carrying a hint of unspoken emotion.

"Sweetheart—"

Sinclair’s strikingly handsome face remained cold and impassive.

"No,"

he said, his thin lips parting slightly as his gaze settled on Carrie Ann.

"Camilla is my wife. She sleeps with me."

The smile instantly vanished from Carrie Ann’s face, and she pouted, shaking her head stubbornly.

Sinclair reached out and effortlessly plucked Carrie Ann from Camilla’s arms as if she were a little chick, preparing to hand her over to Aunt Naomi.

But to everyone’s surprise, Carrie Ann seized the moment to wrap her arms around Sinclair’s neck and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

"Muah—"

The crisp sound made Sinclair freeze instantly, his brows knitting together in displeasure.

Camilla, Ramsey, and the others were equally stunned.

They all knew just how much Sinclair despised physical closeness and contact from others.

Aunt Naomi even wondered if the Sinclair would simply drop Carrie Ann right then and there.

"Sweetheart,"

Camilla walked over to Sinclair and extended her hand.

"Carie Ann’s still too young to understand anything.

Let me take her."

For once, Carie Ann didn’t rush into Camilla’s arms.

Instead, she clung tightly to Sinclair’s neck, blinking her grape-like eyes as she stared up at his strikingly handsome yet stern face, flashing an ingratiating smile.

Clearly, she was trying to butter him up, hoping he’d agree to let her sleep with Camilla.

That shamelessly adorable, puppy-eyed act made it impossible for Sinclair to stay angry.

His frown only deepened.

"Sweetheart—"

Camilla tugged lightly at his sleeve.

"Little troublemaker," Sinclair set Carie Ann down on the floor, his deep voice carrying an uncharacteristic note of resignation.

"This is the last time."

If she pulled this again, he’d pack her up and toss her out without hesitation. ——

Meanwhile, in a car speeding toward the outskirts of the city.

"That ungrateful brat! Sinclair’s going to be the death of me," Jonathan gritted his teeth and slammed his fist violently onto the armrest.

"That little bitch—"

The mere thought of Camilla made his blood boil.

If it weren’t for that woman meddling and disrupting his plans, things wouldn’t have spiraled out of control like this.

The driver and the stout middle-aged man in the passenger seat tensed up, holding their breaths, afraid of drawing his wrath.

The atmosphere inside the car was thick with tension.

It took a long while before Jonathan’s breathing and temper finally settled.

Staring out the window, his eyes darkened with malice.

Sinclair had been meticulous in covering his tracks—so why had Sinclair suddenly sent people to investigate him?

Had he caught wind of something?

Or was there more to it?

A storm of sinister and complicated emotions churned in Jonathan’s gaze.

Jonathan needed to find a way to divert that ungrateful son’s attention.

And Camilla—she was the perfect target.

The Luther Family Mansion.

After telling stories to Carrie Ann to sleep, Camilla dozed off herself in a drowsy haze.

When she woke up, it was already deep into the night.

She checked her phone—no messages.

*It’s so late... Is Sinclair still working?*

After hesitating for a few seconds, Camilla carefully sat up, moving as quietly as possible.

She stepped out of the room and asked around.

Sure enough, Sinclair was still in the study.

Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her eyes filled with concern.

Instead of heading straight to the study, she went downstairs, warmed a glass of milk, and carried it upstairs.

"Sinclair—"

She knocked lightly out of courtesy before pushing the door open.

The study was pitch black, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness.

Just as she reached out to turn on the light, someone grabbed her wrist.

The next moment, she found herself pinned against the door.

"You’re late, Camilla."

The man’s husky, magnetic voice whispered against Camilla’s ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"I thought you’d abandoned me."

Even though she knew Sinclair was just teasing, his words still tugged at her heartstrings.

"Of course not—"

Before she could finish her gentle reply, he cupped the back of her head and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

His mouth was relentless, demanding, leaving her breathless.

Overwhelmed, Camilla’s grip on the milk glass slipped, spilling its contents over both of them.

The accident forced them apart.

"Baby," Sinclair murmured, pausing to glance at their drenched clothes before scooping her into his arms.

His voice, usually cool and composed, was now thick with desire.

"Let’s get out of these wet clothes—back to the bedroom."

Outside, the moonlight pierced through the clouds, casting a hazy glow over the room. The night was long.

The next morning.

Soft, golden sunlight filtered through wispy clouds, casting a gentle glow.

A sliver of light slipped through the curtains, bathing the figure on the bed in a warm halo.

Sinclair stepped inside, his footsteps quiet as he approached the bedside.

His deep, usually cold eyes softened with tenderness the moment they landed on the sleeping form.

Sinclair leaned down, intending to press a kiss to her faintly flushed cheeks, but hesitated—as if afraid to wake her.

Camilla seemed to sense his presence.

Her long, delicate lashes fluttered before her eyes opened.

"Darling," She reached out, her fair, smooth arms looping around his neck before he could pull away, drawing him closer.

"Good morning," Her sweet voice carried the drowsy lilt of someone still half-asleep.

"Is Carie Ann awake?"

She had promised to stay with Carie Ann, but in the end, she hadn’t managed to keep that promise all night.

If anyone asked, she still wouldn’t know how to explain it.

"Don’t worry," Sinclair murmured, bending down to press a kiss to Camilla’s forehead as she tugged at him gently.

"Aunt Naomi took her to the amusement park."

That was a relief.

Camilla exhaled softly, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

"What time is it?"

"Still early,"

Sinclair replied, his strikingly handsome face softening with a tenderness reserved only for her.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Last night, he lost control.

Her body ached in protest, and part of her longed to sink back into the sheets.

But remembering the important matters awaiting them today, she shook her head.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pouted, her voice still thick with sleep as she whined,

"This is all your fault!!"

"Mmm,"

Sinclair’s voice was deep and tender.

"My bad."

His fingers gently brushed her cheek, his dark eyes growing even more intense.

"Punish me however you want, baby."

Sinclair knew he was wrong.

But he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

"Carry me to the bathroom, for starters," Camilla said, her eyes crinkling with a playful smile.

"And make me breakfast."

"Deal,"

Sinclair murmured, pressing another kiss to his wife’s lips before scooping her up and heading toward the bathroom.

As for breakfast—it was already waiting.

Camilla’s face lit up in surprise.

"You made it already?"

"Mhm."

Sinclair picked up a slice of toast from the counter, cut it neatly, and held it to her lips.

"Try it."

Just as she was happily indulging in her husband’s pampering, her phone buzzed on the table.

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