Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 330: Whisper of a Kiss

"Grandma,"

Calvin rubbed his temples, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I haven’t slept in a day and two nights because of work," he drawled, his voice laced with exhaustion and a hint of complaint.

"You show no sympathy for me, and now you’re even trying to introduce my girlfriend to other men in the Calvin family?

Am I really your biological grandson?"

"You brought this on yourself," Grandma Calvin retorted, shooting him a look that was equal parts exasperation and concern.

"Health is the foundation of everything.

No matter how urgent things are, you should still take time to rest."

Her brows furrowed, though her tone softened.

"If you won’t take care of yourself, or spare a thought for this old woman, at least think of Fanny.

She barely slept these past two nights waiting for you."

"Fanny waited for me?"

Calvin’s gaze instinctively flickered toward the upstairs hallway.

"Of course she did," Grandma Calvin replied, recounting how Tiffany had stayed up in the living room until nearly midnight for two nights in a row.

She couldn’t stand these modern youngsters with their so-called "love that dares not speak its name," silently pining away.

Love and affection should be spoken aloud—how else would the other person know?!

Though the devilishly handsome Calvin’s face remained impassive, the weariness in his eyes visibly lightened.

"Alright," said Grandma Calvin, who knew her grandson well.

She glanced at the wall clock.

"It’s still early.

Go back to your room and rest with Fanny for a while.

I’ll have someone call you when lunch is ready."

She paused, giving Calvin a meaningful look.

"Of course, if you’d rather not be disturbed, you could always let your grandma know in advance."

She was practically itching to hold a great-grandchild sooner rather than later.

But going upstairs now would likely interrupt Fanny’s rest.

"Grandma, I’m not tired yet," Calvin said, leaning back into the sofa with a lazy, charming smile.

"I’ll stay here and keep you company for a chat."

"There’s nothing to chat about with you," Grandma Calvin replied, unusually blunt.

"If you don’t go upstairs now, I’ll have someone carry you back to your room."

Calvin: ... Calvin knew the old lady meant every word.

The problem was, he could never win against his grandmother.

"Fine, I’m going."

Calvin headed up the stairs.

Grandma Calvin watched her grandson’s figure disappear at the top of the staircase, and the stern expression on her face finally softened into a satisfied smile.

After being away for so long, of course he should go straight to his darling girlfriend—what was the point of keeping an old woman like her company?

The stronger their bond, the happier she was. It was time to notify the rest of the family.

Calvin had originally planned to rest in the guest room next door to avoid disturbing the person inside.

But when he reached the door, he found it slightly ajar.

A rare warmth flickered in his usually indifferent, narrow peach-blossom eyes.

Was Fanny... really waiting for him?

After hesitating for a moment at the doorway, he gently pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The moment he stepped in, his gaze was drawn to the petite figure curled up on the sofa.

Treading lightly, he approached.

There lay Tiffany, fast asleep in a tight little ball.

Her soft hair cascaded carelessly across the pillow, framing a delicate face tinged with the faintest blush.

An indescribable aura of tranquility and sweetness surrounded her.

She wore a loose, understated nightgown that had slipped slightly from her shoulder during sleep, revealing a glimpse of alluring curves.

Calvin’s mind involuntarily flashed back to that intoxicating night.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his breathing grew uneven.

Damn it.

Loosening his tie with a sharp tug, Calvin tried to shake off the restless heat simmering in his veins—but it clung stubbornly.

His dark eyes locked onto her glistening lips.

Finally, with a weighted exhale, he leaned down—brushing them in the barest whisper of a kiss.

Just one fleeting touch.

Yet as he began to pull away— Tiffany’s long, thick lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, gazing at the breathtakingly handsome face before her.

"Calvin?"

Her sweet voice carried the drowsy softness of someone just waking.

"Yes, it’s me," Calvin looked down at her with warmth in his eyes, bracing himself for her reproach.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Yet the next second, Tiffany simply closed her eyes again, murmuring sleepily, "How could I be dreaming of something like this?"

Before the words fully left her lips, she turned over and drifted back to sleep, her breathing light and even.

She thought this was a dream?

Calvin paused, momentarily taken aback, then straightened up.

A faint, complicated smile touched the corners of his slightly upturned eyes.

Calvin stood there, watching Tiffany quietly until his own breathing steadied. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

Then, bending down, he carefully lifted her from the couch.

With gentle movements, he carried her to the bed, tucking her beneath the covers.

After removing his suit jacket, he settled onto the couch himself.

The lingering warmth and faint scent Tiffany had left behind enveloped him as he, too, succumbed to sleep.

For Calvin, such deep and relaxed sleep was a rare luxury.

Yet after what felt like only moments, the faintest rustling nearby jolted him awake.

His sharp gaze snapped toward the source of the sound.

There was Tiffany, still half-asleep, shoes clumsily slipped on, her eyes barely open as she shuffled toward the bathroom.

She had stayed up far too late these past few nights, leaving her utterly exhausted—so much so that she didn’t even question why she had woken up in bed instead of on the sofa.

Or perhaps she hadn’t even noticed she had been in bed at all.

Watching her drowsy, adorably disoriented state, Calvin’s lips curved into a fond smile.

His eyes, however, remained alert, scanning for any obstacles in her path, silently willing her not to bump into anything.

But soon, he realized his concern was unnecessary.

A few minutes later, Tiffany emerged from the bathroom, still swaying with sleep.

Instead of returning to bed, she made her way to the sofa, pulled the blanket over herself, and curled up.

Then, her brows suddenly furrowed.

Why was the sofa so cramped tonight?

And why did the pillow feel so hard?

Calvin stared down at the woman now nestled in his arms, his dark, narrowed eyes flickering with surprise and something deeper, unreadable.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair from her face—but the woman in his embrace was far from asleep.

Confirming that Tiffany was sound asleep, the doting smile at the corners of his lips deepened involuntarily.

So utterly adorable.

His gaze brimmed with tender warmth.

Lulled by Tiffany’s peaceful slumber, Calvin closed his long, dark lashes once more and drifted back to sleep.

This time, his rest was sweeter than ever before.

And so, the modest sofa bore a weight far beyond its intended capacity.

The air was thick with quiet contentment.

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