Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 184: Lucas is Jealous

Chapter 184: Lucas is Jealous
It seemed she had grown accustomed to Lucas’s domineering sweet nothings, so when faced with another man’s attention, she suddenly felt flustered, unsure of what to say.
Her cheeks burned so fiercely they might as well have been dripping blood.
Suddenly, Dyson raised his gaze, studying her delicate face intently before reaching out to touch the faint scar at her temple.
Beauty immediately recoiled.
If *someone* found out another man had dared to lay a finger on that scar, would he fly into such a rage that he’d chop off both his hands?
Truly an overbearing, unreasonable man.
He could cozy up with other women, yet she wasn’t allowed even the slightest closeness with another man?
"How did this happen?"
His voice carried concern, his expression tinged with tenderness.
Beauty brushed aside the wispy bangs at her temple, trying to conceal the scar, and forced a casual smile.
"Just a clumsy accident.
It’s nothing serious."
"How could you be so careless?
Have you been... doing well all these years?"
"I’ve been fine.
I’ve graduated now, working as the design director’s assistant at Marson Corporation.
What about you?"
The moment she mentioned Marson Corporation, her expression darkened again.
It was like a needle lodged in her chest, one she couldn’t pull out no matter how hard she tried. She could clearly sense the chill in Dyson’s expression as well.
His eyes dimmed, and he let out a bitter laugh.
Meeting his gaze, he spoke slowly, "Hearing you say you’ve been doing well all these years... honestly, it doesn’t sit right with me.
If it hadn’t been for Lucas back then, I think we would’ve already..."
"Let bygones be bygones!
You seem to be doing well now—looks like you’ve climbed the corporate ladder.
As long as we’re both thriving, I think being friends is just fine."
But the blazing fire in his eyes, that unmistakable possessiveness, made him suddenly seem like a stranger to her.
Before she could react, his strong arms encircled her, and Dyson swept her straight toward the bedroom.
Beauty struggled, but his grip only tightened, his desire burning hotter in his gaze.
The moment her back hit the bed, she tried to sit up, only for his weight to pin her down.
"Dyson, you—let me go—" His powerful hands clamped around her wrists, sending sharp pain through her arms.
Then, without warning, he buried his face against her neck.
Her skin prickled with fear, her face draining of color as she jerked her head away.
"Beauty, do you have any idea?"
His voice was rough with emotion.
"I fell for you the second I saw you.
I can’t settle for just being friends.
Back in school, I was no match for Lucas, but now—now I can give you everything.
I can make you happy!"
His warm breath ghosted over her skin, his lips hovering dangerously close—until the wetness on her face stopped him cold. Tears.
They spilled silently, dripping onto the back of his hand like raindrops.
All the pain she had buried for years surged to the surface at once.
Dyson released her immediately.
Beauty sat up, hastily buttoning her collar before curling into herself, her sobs raw and wrenching.
Lucas’s betrayal. Nathalie’s taunts.
The abandonment by her own family.
Everything poured out in a flood, leaving Dyson frozen, helpless in the face of her anguish.
Gently, he reached for a handkerchief, dabbing at her tear-streaked cheeks with trembling hands.
"I’m sorry," he murmured, voice thick with regret.
"Was I too rough?
It’s just... after all these years, seeing you again—I lost control.
Forgive me..."
Dyson had lost count of how many times he’d apologized to her, watching helplessly as she sat on the bed and cried herself out.
Dinner at the Dyson’ had stretched until eight in the evening.
When they finally descended the stairs, the sleek blue car was still parked outside.
Only when he unlocked it with his key did she snap out of her daze, blinking at him in surprise.
"Oh, so this is yours?
I noticed it when I arrived earlier—I was wondering who had such great taste!"
"Really?"
He smirked, fingers brushing the car’s smooth frame.
"I knew it was the one the moment I saw it.
The design is flawless, and the performance?
Even better.
If you like it, there’s a pink model that would suit you perfectly.
I could pick it up for you."
Beauty nearly choked. Was this how the wealthy flirted these days?
Throwing around cars and mansions like candy?
She’d thought only Lucas was tacky enough to pull such stunts.
She waved him off immediately.
"No need.
I just use Lucas’s cars anyway."
The words slipped out before she could stop them, and her expression darkened.
A tense silence followed. She could’ve sworn Dyson’s grip on the steering wheel faltered for a split second.
Neither spoke after that.
Restless, Beauty slumped against the window, staring blankly at the passing city lights.
Her phone had been dead for hours—who knew if anyone had even tried to reach her?
Or maybe no one cared at all.
Maybe he was off somewhere, living it up without a second thought.
By the time she snapped back to reality, the car had already rolled to a stop at the gated villa district.
This place—once familiar, now foreign—stirred something unreadable in Dyson’s eyes as he parked.
He was back in New York, back on Lucas’s turf.
But this time, he had the means—and the nerve—to fight for what he wanted.
Everything.
Including the woman beside him.
He’d tear her right out of Lucas’s hands.
"Goodnight then.
I’ll contact you after I’ve settled all my domestic affairs."
He stepped forward and ruffled her tousled hair—a gesture that Lucas, standing not far away, saw with perfect clarity.
His grip tightened around his phone before it slipped from his fingers and crashed to the ground, the screen shattering instantly.
Beauty took a step back, deliberately putting distance between them.
She waved at him with a faint smile before turning to walk away.
Head bowed, she trudged forward, her mind a tangled mess.
Was he home yet?
How was she supposed to share a bed with him tonight?
Suddenly, a pair of strong hands seized her arm and yanked her into a crushing embrace.
Her face paled in shock.
When she recognized who it was, all color drained from her cheeks.
She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.
"Who was that man who brought you back?"
Lucas’s voice was a low, furious growl, veins bulging at his temples.
Beauty stayed silent, her gaze drifting toward the warm glow of the street light beside them—only for him to grab her face and force her to meet his burning stare.
His eyes were like daggers, carving into her chest.
"Who is he?
Were you with him all day?"
His large hands gripped her shoulders, the pressure threatening to crush her bones.
Yet her expression remained icy, refusing to acknowledge him.
Lucas trembled with rage, his words sharp and deliberate as he glared at her.
"Tell me who that man is, or I swear tonight won’t end gently for you."
Her heart pounded violently.
She bit her lip hard, tears welling up before she forced them back.
"It’s Dyson. Happy now?
He’s back, so we... we spent the day together..."
Under Lucas’s scorching glare, she swallowed the rest of her words.
The cold fury in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.