Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire
Chapter 404: Let’s date

Chapter 404: Let’s date

. --- **Hospital, Patient Room.**

Tiffany sat on the hospital bed.

The pale-striped patient gown made her appear especially delicate.

Her naturally elegant face, free of makeup, was a shade paler than usual, lending her a fragile, pitiable beauty.

Her lips curled into a faint smile—one she hadn’t even noticed herself—as she watched Calvin carefully slicing fruit with a knife.

The more time she spent with him, the more she realized Calvin wasn’t at all what she had initially assumed.

And that, of course, was a good thing.

But was she really worthy of such a man?

The self-doubt buried deep in Tiffany’s bones stirred once more, and the smile on her lips faded.

When Calvin looked up, his gaze met Tiffany’s watery eyes fixed on him.

A faint smile curved his lips as he asked gently, "What’s wrong?"

"Just thinking," Tiffany pushed aside her earlier thoughts, squinting slightly as she joked self-deprecatingly, "I seem to have a strange connection with hospitals lately."

Calvin studied her for a long moment before speaking, his voice low and slightly hoarse, yet carrying unmistakable sincerity.

"That won’t happen again."

Tiffany blinked in surprise, caught off guard.

"What?"

"Fanny," Calvin held her gaze, his captivating peach-blossom eyes filled with quiet determination.

"Whether as a friend or... whatever else, I promise I won’t let you get hurt so easily from now on."

Tiffany hadn’t expected her offhand remark—meant only to deflect—to earn such a solemn vow. Her lashes fluttered slightly.

My heart felt as if it were being cradled gently in someone’s hands, filling me with an indescribable sense of security and warmth.

All my previous hesitation and worries melted away.

"Calvin—"

"There’s no need to feel burdened."

Calvin curved his lips into that familiar, carefree smirk of his, the usual playful glint returning to his eyes.

"Just consider it payment for keeping me company in humoring Grandma."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again to continue slicing the fruit in his hands, the smile fading from his gaze.

"Calvin, let’s be together."

Calvin’s hand stilled.

The knife, meant for the fruit, nicked his long, slender fingers instead.

Calvin didn’t even flinch, merely lifting his head to stare at Tiffany.

"Fanny, what did you just say?"

His voice was urgent, laced with disbelief.

"Your hand—it’s bleeding!"

Tiffany’s eyes widened in alarm at the sight of the cut on Calvin’s finger.

She immediately grabbed a nearby handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, ready to bandage it.

"Let’s take care of this first."

"Your words matter more," Calvin grasped Tiffany’s hand firmly, his dark pupils locking onto hers with unwavering intensity.

"Fanny, tell me I didn’t mishear you just now."

His voice, low and languid, carried a mix of joy and a desperate need for confirmation.

Tiffany met his gaze, pressing her lips together briefly before summoning her courage once more.

"You heard right," she said, her clear eyes shimmering with an indescribable glow, brimming with unspoken emotion.

"Calvin, I like you.

Let’s be together, okay?"

Seeing the sincerity in her expression, Calvin’s gaze gradually burned brighter.

"Nothing would make me happier."

The moment hung perfectly between them. Calvin cupped Tiffany’s face with his uninjured hand, leaning in slowly.

She didn’t pull away.

Her long lashes fluttered briefly before she closed her eyes.

Just as their warm breaths mingled, a sharp knock shattered the quiet.

"Fanny—"

Camilla?!

Calvin froze mid-motion.

Tiffany’s eyes flew open in alarm.

Camilla, who had just stepped into the hospital room, halted in her tracks, her beautiful eyes widening at the scene before her.

Camilla clearly had no experience in this.

She froze in place for a few seconds before snapping back to reality.

"Oops, wrong room.

Don’t mind me—carry on!"

Before the words even fully left her mouth, she was already out the door, stopping Sinclair just as he was about to enter.

"Sweetheart, let’s wait a bit before going in."

Sinclair noticed his wife’s barely contained excitement and arched an eyebrow.

His sharp, dark eyes flicked briefly toward the hospital room behind her.

It wasn’t hard to guess what was—or had been—happening inside.

"They’re together?"

His tone was as calm and indifferent as ever, without a hint of surprise, as if he’d seen it coming all along.

"Not sure yet, but it’s probably happening soon."

Camilla’s lips curved into a smile, her eyes crinkling with the warm satisfaction of a proud mother.

"This is good."

Fany was a sweet, simple girl—just unlucky when it came to men.

But thankfully, all that was behind her now.

The fact that Calvin had put aside all his affairs in San Francisco to rush to Fanny’s rescue spoke volumes about his genuine feelings for her.

Entrusting Fanny to him would put her mind at ease.

Inside the hospital room, realization dawned on Tiffany, and her face flushed crimson in an instant.

Her fair fingers clutched Calvin’s arm, her nails tinged a delicate pink.

"Calvin, go call Camilla back—quickly!"

Calvin’s dark eyes shimmered like stars, radiant and mesmerizing.

"No rush," he murmured.

"Sinclair is keeping her company outside.

We still have something far more important to finish."

Leaning down, his warm lips met hers—soft, deliberate, pouring his affection into the tender gesture.

For Tiffany, this was the first time she had ever been so intimately close to Calvin while fully conscious.

Her pulse raced, her body stiffening as warmth flooded her cheeks.

But Calvin was no stranger to this.

That night, he had been wide awake the entire time.

Only now, the sensation was even more intoxicating.

A slow, tingling warmth enveloped them, weaving through their senses.

And in that moment, sweetness knew no bounds.

Mindful of Camilla and Sinclair’s presence, Calvin and Tiffany’s romantic kiss didn’t last too long.

Camilla stepped inside, pretending not to notice her best friend’s flushed cheeks, practically burning with embarrassment. Sinclair didn’t follow her in.

Instead, his dark eyes swept over Calvin with cool detachment.

"Coming out for a smoke?"

It was his way of giving Camilla and Tiffany some privacy for their girl talk.

Calvin didn’t answer immediately, turning instead to look at Tiffany.

Calvin needed to make sure she wanted him to stay.

Sinclair: ? His refined brows furrowed almost imperceptibly for a second.

Noticing this, Camilla couldn’t hide the amusement in her eyes.

*Just go already, why ask her?*

Under everyone’s gaze, Tiffany nodded shyly, her face still tinged pink.

"You can go." "Alright."

This time, Calvin didn’t hesitate.

After a brief glance at Camilla, he followed Sinclair out.