Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 183: Dyson is back

Chapter 183: Dyson is back
The community was a rather old residential area.
When Beauty first arrived here, accustomed as she was to the grand mansions and villas scattered across paris, she had been utterly stunned.
Who would have thought such a dilapidated neighborhood still existed in this bustling city?
Yet despite its age, the compound was clean and tidy, exuding a surprisingly cozy atmosphere.
The Dyson family lived on the fifth floor—no elevator in sight.
Every time she visited, she was tempted to kick off her high heels and climb the stairs barefoot.
The elderly gatekeeper knew her well by now.
Each time she came, he’d greet her warmly with a kind smile, even though he didn’t know her name.
"Here to see your aunt again, girl?" he’d say.
And every time, Beauty would reply cheerfully,
"Hello, Grandpa!" before darting inside, her arms laden with shopping bags, never seeming to mind the weight.
Suddenly, her gaze snagged on a sleek blue sports car parked nearby.
She’d seen that model in a magazine not long ago—a design she adored, though Lucas had dismissed it as "not bold enough" for his untamed personality.
It was the last place she’d expect to spot such a luxury vehicle.
Most residents here were elderly or from modest backgrounds.
This was a first.
The stairwell was dimly lit.
She flicked on her phone’s flashlight, illuminating each step as she climbed.
It had been a while since her last visit, and just two flights in, she was already breathless and damp with sweat.
Her high heels felt like needles stabbing into her soles with every step.
The back of her feet were probably raw by now.
With a frustrated sigh, she slipped them off, hoping bare feet would speed her up.
After all, the darkness did unsettle her—just a little.
Then, out of nowhere, a figure in white appeared.
She flattened herself against the wall, gripping her phone tightly, waiting for the stranger to pass.
Short, jet-black hair.
A faint trace of men’s cologne—the same kind Lucas wore, the kind that made her want to inhale deeply.
But the lighting was too dim for her to clearly make out the man’s face.
It wasn’t until she drew closer, as the glow from the man’s hand slowly illuminated her, that a pair of familiar, gentle eyes swept over her.
That single glance nearly stole her breath away.
The man before her, with his refined features—wasn’t that Dyson?
Though years had passed, his appearance had changed slightly, his features now more chiseled and angular, his presence far more commanding than before.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, he stood there motionless, like a statue, leaving her stunned, flustered, and uneasy.
Of all times, he had to see her like this—disheveled, her hair clinging damply to her neck, her bangs a sticky mess plastered to her forehead.
Her neck glistened with sweat, her bare feet awkwardly held her shoes, and she looked utterly unkempt.
"Beauty?" Clearly, Dyson hadn’t expected to run into her here, of all places, in such a state.
"Yeah, it’s me.
I came to visit Auntie.
When did you get back?"
At that moment, she wished the ground would swallow her whole.
Though she no longer felt that heart-fluttering rush around him, running into him like this still left her tense and unsettled.
"What happened to you? It’s heartbreaking to see you like this."
Suddenly, a large hand gently touched her head.
Before she could react, her high heels slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor.
"Let me help you!
Why did you bring so much stuff?
Mom has everything here.
She’d be thrilled just to see you."
The shopping bags were taken from her hands, jolting Beauty back to reality.
She instinctively took a step back, rubbing her temple with an awkward chuckle.
"I’ve been swamped lately and couldn’t visit Auntie, so I went a little overboard with the gifts today.
Just help me with the bags—I’ve caught my breath now and can manage the stairs..."
Before she could finish, Dyson set the bags down, scooped her up by the waist—one hand under her knees, the other holding her discarded heels—leaving her flushed and flustered.
She wanted to struggle free, but the intimacy of the moment made any resistance feel like playful teasing.
So she stayed still, letting him carry her inside and gently set her on the sofa.
His mom bustled out from the kitchen, her face lighting up at the sound of the door.
The sight of Beauty, barefoot and blushing on the couch, only brightened her smile further.
"No wonder Dyson came back with the stuff so fast—it’s because you’re here, Beauty!"
"Hello, Auntie!
I just ran into him on the stairs.
Had no idea he was back at all!"
Beauty nervously rubbed her palms, avoiding Dyson’s gaze as she flashed her a bright, forced smile.
Catching her discomfort, Auntie untied her apron with a knowing grin.
"I’ll go get the stuff instead.
You two haven’t seen each other in ages—I’m sure you’ve got plenty to catch up on."
Before Beauty could protest, the door clicked shut behind his mother, her cheerful hum fading down the hallway.
Now the cramped apartment held only the two of them, the silence so thick even their breaths seemed audible.
"I just got back a few days ago," Dyson finally said.
"Was planning to wrap things up before asking you out.
Never expected to run into you here today—a happy surprise."
Dyson suddenly crouched down, propping his chin with one hand as his eyes flickered while studying her intently, making her cheeks burn crimson.
Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, rubbing back and forth, while her heart pounded wildly in her chest.
Today was anything but ordinary for her.
First, she had caught her husband in the office with another woman, doing things that shouldn’t be seen.
She had clearly witnessed Nathalie’s undone buttons, that flash of pale skin exposed.
Who knows how long they’d been at it before she walked in—just the thought made her sick.
And now, of all people, she had run into her long-lost first love.
Was the universe mocking her for having it too easy lately?
"I never expected to run into you here," she murmured, avoiding his gaze.
Those deep, quiet eyes seemed to pierce straight into her soul.
"You’ve changed so much—if I hadn’t seen you in person, I might not have recognized you.
You’ve really grown over the years.
I’m happy for you."
Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around her, his slender fingers gently threading through her soft hair.
A low voice whispered in her ear, "You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, Beauty.
All these years abroad, I never dated anyone.
I carried your photo with me every single day.
Not a moment went by when I didn’t think of you."