Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 46: Boss, Your step brother took Miss Sandra Porter to a hotel

Chapter 46 - Boss, Your step brother took Miss Sandra Porter to a hotel

Sandra's consciousness was growing increasingly blurry, it felt as though there was a fire burning within her.

With her enchanting eyes half-opened, she looked towards the oncoming figure.

He was donned in a black suit, possessing a handsome face.

Sandra's gaze fell on those brows and eyes that bore a hint of familiarity – she subconsciously thought it was Sinclair, and a glint appeared in her eyes.

"Sobs... Sinclair, save me!" "Who the hell are you, kid?"

A bald man scowled fiercely as he advanced, scrutinizing the young man before him.

"I suggest you mind your own business."

"Well, this 'none of my business' is the business I'm meddling in today," Tyler waved his hand, and his few men immediately stepped forward to grab the bald man.

The rest of the people also immediately let go of Sandra and charged over.

As both sides came to blows, Tyler walked to Sandra, his eyes fixed on her, filled with probing curiosity.

"Are you okay?" "Sinclair, I feel so terrible..."

Sandra's consciousness was already blurry, the burning sensation in her body increasing, and her face growing redder.

Hearing Sandra call out another name, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of Sinclair.

"Sinclair...quick, take me away...I feel so bad."

Seeing 'Tyler' make no move, Sandra mustered her strength to cling to him.

Tyler, supported her and helped her into his car.

"Miss, please calm down," He looked at the travel recorder in the car, with a gloomy smile in his eyes, but his tone was utterly calm. "Where do you live?

I'll take you home."

"I can't go home...I feel so horrible...Can you help me?"

Totally out of her senses, Sandra sat in the man's arms and kissed his familiar brows and eyes.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Tyler's eyes; he tapped on the back of the chair.

The chauffeur got the hint immediately and started the car towards the nearby five-star hotel.

At this time. Inside the Luther Family Manor, in the study.

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"Mr. Sinclair," Ramsey bowed his head, accurately reporting the newly acquired intel.

"Tyler has taken Miss Porter into the KWD Hotel."

Sinclair slowly exhaled the smoke from his mouth, his narrow eyes reminiscent of spreading ink, the danger within them frozen to an extreme.

"Jonathan is becoming bolder and bolder." Ramsey nodded, not daring to respond. "Should we notify the Porter family?"

"What Jonathan and Tyler want is to let the Porter family know," Sinclair looked out of the window, his thin lips slightly parting.

"Just keep an eye on them, see what they want to do."

"Yes," Ramsey kept his head low, showing no hint of surprise in his eyes.

Mr. Sinclair, has always been ruthless and heartless towards those he doesn't care about.

"Have you found out about the tail following them?" Sinclair's unfathomable eyes harbored a captivating aura of chilliness.

"Have you found out," Ramsey's eyebrows furrowed deeply, his voice somewhat low.

"It's someone from the Luna Family."

Regarding Roman, has already shown him great favor.

This Luna Family truly knows no fear.

" Mr. Luna?"

Sinclair took a puff of his cigarette, subtly raised his eyebrow, a hint of shadow and coldness on his handsome, elegant face as if violated.

"He doesn't have the guts.

Look into who's behind him."

"Understood!" Ramsey's expression became grave, and he nodded his understanding immediately.

Then. Knock, knock, knock-- The door to the study was knocked.

"Sweetheart, are you inside?" A slightly anxious voice came from outside the door.

It was Camilla.

She woke up to find that it was already the middle of the night, and Sinclair was not by her side.

She was genuinely worried that he might have a recurrence because he hadn't taken his medication today.

Sinclair crushed the cigarette in his hand into the cup and looked up at Ramsey.

"Open the door --" Ramsey nodded, walked up quickly, and opened the door.

Camilla was still wearing the light blue dress she wore in the afternoon.

Her long hair was slightly messy, which added an air of casual laziness to her appearance.

"Mr. Luther, Mrs. Luther, I'll leave first." Knowing his place, Ramsey excused himself.

"Sweetheart" Seeing that Sinclair was indeed in the study, Camilla breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile spread across her face.

"Mmm," Seeing the bright smile in front of him, the chill in Sinclair's eyes gradually dissipated.

"Not sleeping?" "Not sleeping," Camilla shook her head.

"I can't sleep well without you." She was telling the truth.

Without Sinclair by her side, she always had restless sleep.

Awakening to find him gone, she would feel anxious, afraid that he might fall ill.

This woman's unreserved dependency touched the softest parts of Sinclair's heart.

His lips twitched slightly upwards, making his sharp eyes seem warmer.

"I was managing a few things just now, I'll accompany you back to rest now."

Just as he stood up, Sinclair took notice of Camilla's delicate and fair feet, his eyes deepening a little.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Only then did Camilla realize, glancing downwards.

She was a bit drowsy when she woke up and was worried about Sinclair.

In her hurry, she had forgotten to wear shoes.

"Hurrying to find you," Camilla sheepishly stuck out her tongue.

"I forgot."

Before Sinclair could utter a word, she advanced a few steps and stood in front of him.

"Hold--" Looking at the beautiful face before him, Sinclair showed no hesitation, lifting his charming wife into his arms.

Even he didn't notice that the blame in his eyes had transformed into indescribable indulgence.

Just as Sinclair prepared to return to the room, the woman in his arms suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, speaking softly.

"Wait, Sweetheart."

"Sweetheart," Camilla wrapped her arms around Sinclair's neck, gazing up at him with a smile that curled up her eyebrows and eyes.

The two little dimples at the corners of her mouth were indescribably sweet.

"Mmm," Sinclair immediately stopped in his tracks, casting his eyes down at her.

"I'm hungry," Camilla stated slowly, looking into his penetrating dark eyes.

"Carry me downstairs, I'll whip up something simple.

Would you keep me company for a meal?"

Sinclair wasn't interested in food, and he didn't feel like eating at the moment.

But when he looked into her damp, hopeful eyes, he didn't hesitate.

"Sure."

Camilla hooked her red lips into a smile, not saying anything else.

Her cheeks were once again pressed up against Sinclair's chest.

Listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, she felt incomparably satisfied.

Sinclair's thin lips curled up slightly.

Watching Sinclair carry Camilla downstairs, the few servants staying up for the night downstairs immediately exchanged glances.

"The boss, is really too doting his wife!!"

"It's truly like a newlywed couple."

"The boss is really energetic, it's late."

"I'm tired of saying the word 'envious'."

Sinclair, holding Camilla, sat on the sofa.

"Get the shoes for the madam."

"Yes,"

The few who were communicating with their eyes immediately stood up straight, on full alert.

One of them quickly walked into the hallway and set a pair of brand new house slippers in front of Camilla.

Just as Camilla was about to take them.

A pair of clearly knuckled hands took the shoes before she could and started to put them on for her.

The movements were skilled and natural, as if they've been repeated countless times.

The servants all looked astonished, then quickly suppressed their reactions.

Sinclair's lowered eyes slightly squinted as well.

Even though it was his first time doing something like this, why did it feel so familiar?

Like it should be this way to begin with?!

In her previous life, Camilla often enjoyed this kind of service and never found anything amiss.

"You just sit here and wait for me, it won't take long."

As she spoke, she got up from Sinclair's embrace and headed for the kitchen.

The servant at her side immediately followed.

"Madam, let me help you."

"No need, I want to personally cook for your boss" Camilla resolutely refused.

"You all go rest."

Seeing Camilla's resolute attitude, the servants only left after Mr. Sinclair's implicit approval.

The refrigerator was stocked with all sorts of ingredients.

When Camilla was in university, she worked part-time.

She had always managed her meals by herself, and over the years, her culinary skills had made tremendous progress.

Quickly, she took the ingredients she needed from the fridge and began to get busy.

Instantly, the kitchen was filled with the rising aroma of the food.

Sinclair stood at the door, gazing intensely at the busy figure in front of him, his eyes as deep as a boundless, frigid pond. In his mind, another scene emerged.

A gentle and beautiful woman was cooking in the kitchen, while a handsome man with glasses was leading a little boy to keep her company.

Every time a dish was ready, the father and son would compete to taste the food for the woman.

The scene was extremely warm and delightful.

However, the next second, the scene shifted.

The woman harshly smashed a plate on the ground, her gentle and beautiful face became somewhat fierce due to anger.

The handsome man was also filled with rage, shattering everything at hand on the floor.

The atmosphere was tense and charged.

The little boy stood aside, watching coldly.

Camilla's movements were very quick.

In less than half an hour, she had prepared two bowls of vegetable noodles and chicken.

Camilla turned and was startled to see Sinclair's somber expression, as if he was isolating himself.

She immediately put down what she was holding and quickly walked over to him.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Hearing Camilla's voice, Sinclair finally pulled himself away from whatever he had been preoccupied with.

In front of him were a pair of eyes as clear and shining as water, filled with nothing but concern and worry.

Sinclair's jet-black eyes twinkled, concealing the coldness that had been present.

Right.

She was not her, and he was not him.

The scene from just now would never happen again.

Sinclair regained his composure, took a couple of steps forward, and picked up the plates.

"It's nothing, let's eat."

Camilla lowered her gaze.

She suddenly realized that she knew too little about her husband in her previous life and could never understand the deeper meanings in his eyes.

However, the more one tries to hide a wound, the more likely it is to fester.

No matter what happened, she was willing to bear it with him.

She would not let him struggle as he did in the previous life.

"I need to figure out a way to make him speak the truth."

Camilla's eyes lit up.

"That's it, alcohol!"

As the saying goes, a drunken tongue is an honest one.

She wasn't sure about Sinclair's alcohol tolerance, but she had utmost confidence in her own.

Determined, Camilla strutted out with a smile.

"Go fetch me two bottles of red wine from the cellar."

"Wine?" Sinclair, raised his eyebrow, shifting his gaze to Camilla.