Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 31: Escort her back home

"Who asked him?"

Camilla found her feelings seen through by Ramsey and hastily looked away.

"Camilla, go find your husband," Tiffany suggested with a laugh.

"I still want to read a bit more."

She didn't want to miss such an interesting novel material right before her.

As for her friend's reticent husband who never showed himself in public, she didn't dare to be too curious.

"Don't worry, madam," Seeing Camilla's hesitation, Ramsey reassured her with a warm smile.

"I'll make sure this lady is safely escorted home."

As for Ramsey's capability, of course, Camilla had faith in it.

"Okay," She looked towards her friend.

"Let me know when you reach home."

"Let's go."

Tiffany made an OK hand gesture, then again turned to watch the crowd in conflict.

Camilla looked helpless.

After coldly glancing at the pale Roman in Ramsey's hands, she turned to walk in the direction of the Rolls-Royce.

I wonder how much of what just happened has Sinclair seen?

Would he think I'm too aggressive?

No, I'd better act weak later.

With that,Mrs. Rodriguez pinched her thigh hard, and tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

Yes, this is right.

This is how a normal girl should behave.

Inside the car.

Through the car window, Sinclair took in all of Rodriguez's actions, and a faint smile curled up on his thin lips.

He was curious as to what this woman was planning to do.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door, and then Rodriguez got in.

With her eyes full of tears, she looked at Sinclair and complained indignantly.

"That was so terrifying, darling, why did you only just arrive?"

She had originally said this to alleviate Sinclair's suspicions, but upon seeing his face, she couldn't help but reveal her heartfelt sense of grievance, her tears falling like a string of broken pearls.

Terrifying? The driver pulled a corner of his mouth without expression.

When they arrived, they had seen everything crystal clear.

She had taken Roman hostage and held everyone in the room in awe.

So, who should really be scared?

The people from the Luna Family, right?

In the same sentence, the emphasis differs vastly depending on the person.

Darling? Even though he knew Camilla was acting, Sinclair still felt a sting in his heart when hearing that endearment.

An odd feeling swept over him.

After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke up.

"Mm, my mistake."

The driver in the front seat was filled with absolute shock.

"When did Mr. Luther became so easygoing?"

"I forgive you," Camilla nodded her head.

"But, next time you should show up earlier, okay?"

Sinclair looked at Camilla, his eyes mysteriously deep.

"Alright." His voice was husky, his feelings unclear.

Although she knew that Sinclair still did not like her at the moment, but hearing this

"Alright", Camilla couldn't help but shudder slightly.

In her past life, besides when they separated, no matter what she said, Sinclair would always respond with an "Alright."

Now, what should she do to make him fall back in love with her?

After all, unrequited love is truly unbearable.

Camilla glanced sideways at Sinclair.

If only he could be reborn as well.

Sinclair caught a glimpse of Camilla's eyes, keenly sensing that her gaze was fixed elsewhere, his own eyes gradually darkening.

"What are you looking at?"

He leaned in towards Camilla but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

"Hm?" Or rather, who was she looking at? He was curious to see what story this woman would come up with next.

"Of course, I'm looking at you,"

The sudden close-up of his handsome face and the distinctive scent of agarwood snapped Camilla back to reality.

She half-jokingly responded, "I always feel like I've seen you a long time ago."

In her previous life, that could also be considered a long time ago.

So technically, she wasn't lying.

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Had she remembered? Sinclair sat back down without uttering a word while the cold aura surrounding him silently dissipated.

Indeed, they met many years ago.

"Let's get going."

Families Wouldn't Even Be Enough to Compensate On the way back to the Luther's estate.

After experiencing what had just happened, Camilla was mentally and physically exhausted to a certain degree.

Now that she had relaxed, she soon fell into a deep sleep. In a drowsy state, her head rested on the man's broad shoulder, her shallow breaths sprinkling over his neck.

Sinclair's deep gaze fell on Camilla.

Her long, thick lashes were completely still. Her delicate and beautiful face, tainted with a faint blush due to deep sleep, gave off a tranquil and peaceful feeling.

Unbeknownst to him, his unfathomable eyes softened a few degrees due to this tranquility. The motion to pull away also stopped.

For so many years, it was the first time someone had slept by his side without any guard.

Despite having witnessed his bout of illness, why was she not afraid?

Could it be like she said, because she is a doctor?

Sinclair's deep eyes twinkled, with a touch of self-mockery.

But over the years, he has encountered many doctors.

They all looked at themselves in sickness, filled with fear and shock.

But she was different.

Recalling their time in the basement, the pity in her beautiful eyes stirred an indescribable mist in Sinclair's eyes.

The driver noticed the situation in the backseat, slowing down to make the ride smoother.

As the night deepened, Camilla fell into a deeper sleep.

As they approached the Luther Mansion, she suddenly whispered in a clear and soft tone.

"Sinclair, we must stay together in this life and never part again."

Her quiet words sent a tremor through Sinclair's pupils. --

Luna Family Villa

"What?" Mr. Luna frowned.

"Has the person not been found yet?"

"When we received the message and rushed over, the place was already empty.

All the related surveillance systems had been cleared as well," The housekeeper nodded, his face solemn.

"Our men are investigating, I believe we will soon find the whereabouts of Roman Luna.

"Get more people on it, we must be quick!"

Worry fills Mr. Luna's eyes and brow.

"I'd like to see who dares to brazenly lay a hand on my son, Mr. Luna's son!!"

"Yes, sir." The butler took his orders and withdrew.

"Mr. Luna," Tears streamed down Mrs Luna's beautifully maintained face. "Is Roman, could Roman have met with a mishap?"

Roman is her youngest son, ordinarily the most pampered. Now knowing that he has disappeared on his own domain in the capital, her worry cuts like a knife.

"It won't happen," Mr. Luna's face is full of impatience, but still comforts his wife.

"There are very few in the capital who would dare to touch Roman, relax."

Upon hearing these words, Mrs. Luna felt a little relief. Suddenly, it seemed as if she thought of something and abruptly stood up.

"That's right, didn't Roman go out with Augustine's daughter today? I'm going to call and ask about it right now."

As for Clara, Mrs. Luna naturally looked down upon her. But she knows her own son well.

To a woman like Clara, who comes from such a family background, he is only fooling around and will never be serious.

This is why she is assured of her son fooling around outside. --

At this moment, in the Sanchez family home.

"What?!" Victoria widened her eyes, looking at her daughter in disbelief.

"Clara, is everything you said true?!" Clara nodded with a pale face.

"It's absolutely true. I

saw it with my own eyes." While Victoria was still in shock, Augustine grasped the crux of the matter, his brow furrowed.

"Why didn't you tell Roman about Camilla's identity at the time?"

Although Roman might be a bit uneducated, he was certainly not a fool.

If he had known Camilla's identity in advance, he would never have dared to proceed with his later actions.

"I...." The color drained from Clara's face, a hint of guilt passing in her eyes.

"I didn't realize it was Camilla at first, and by the time I wanted to stop it, it was too late.

Roman simply wouldn't listen to me."

That's what she said. But Augustine knew his daughter.

He was sure that she had some ulterior motives, which led her to make such a decision.

"You...you are a complete idiot!!" Augustine pointed at Clara, his face ashen.

"The Luna Family are not fools, let alone Roman.

No matter the outcome of this incident, they will definitely put the blame on you!"

"Better think about how to handle this."

At his words, both Victoria and Clara jumped in fright.

Just then, the phone rang.

Luther Mansion.

In a dimly lit basement.

"Let me out!!"

"I am the son of Mr. Luna the fourth son of the Luna Family, you've got some nerve, daring to kidnap me?!"

"If you don't release me, my Luna Family will never let you off!!"

Roman glared at Ramsey fiercely, but a closer look revealed that his eyes were filled with fear.

"What is Luna Family? And what is Rogan Luna?" Ramsey sneered.

"Offending our Madam, even ten Luna families cannot afford to compensate."

Even ten Luna families cannot afford to compensate!!

Upon hearing this, Roman's eyes widened, and his body involuntarily shivered.

Exactly what kind of identity does the other party have, daring to say such words?!

Lukas and others stuttered, unable to get a word out.

But their pale faces, the sweat covering their bodies revealed their genuine feelings.

In every aspect, the other party gave them a terrifying sense of oppression.

Instinct told them that today they had offended someone they shouldn't have.

At this moment, inside the living room.

"The audacious Luna Family," grandpa Luther's facial expression turned grim.

"Daring to bully my granddaughter-in-law?

Do they actually think there's no one in the Luther Family?!"

A fierce anger filled his profoundly aged eyes. "Mr.Carlos, now instruct them to..." Grandpa Luther stopped mid-sentence.

Because he saw his grandson, carrying his granddaughter-in-law sideways, walk in.

The anger in his eyes instantly transformed into a relieved smile.

Uncle Carlos's eyes flashed with surprise. It seemed what his son had said was true, Mr. Sinclair's feelings towards Mrs. Camilla were indeed different.

After the two figures disappeared on the stairs, Uncle Carlos looked at Grandpa Luther, chuckled softly, and asked, "Grandpa, are there any more orders for us to pass down?"

"There's no need," grandpa Luther picked up the tea cup in front of him and gently took a sip.

"Let this naughty boy protect his own wife.

This old chap won't get involved anymore."