Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 185: Jealous Husband

Chapter 185: Jealous Husband
Her knees buckled as someone suddenly scooped her up by the waist.
Beauty kicked her long legs in futile protest, but the man carried her effortlessly into the grand hall without so much as a flicker of expression.
The onlookers quickly averted their eyes, pretending not to notice—no one dared interfere with Lucas’s affairs or risk his wrath.
Her body landed heavily on the bed, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.
Before she could utter a word, his lips crushed against hers, sealing any protest.
Paralyzed, she could only lie there, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.
Sensing the wetness on her face, Lucas pulled back, his dark eyes blazing like a hawk’s as they locked onto hers.
A vein pulsed angrily at his temple.
"Where did you go with that Dyson today?" he demanded, voice a low, dangerous growl.
The sudden outburst made Beauty flinch.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip, drawing blood, but she refused to speak, letting the tears fall unchecked.
Furious, Lucas raised his arm—she braced for a strike, but instead, his fist slammed into the wall beside her, scraping his knuckles raw.
Beauty trembled, breath hitching as she stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.
"One last chance," he hissed through clenched teeth, each word sharp enough to cut.
"Where. Were. You?"
A long silence stretched between them before she finally spoke, her voice icy.
"Would you even believe me if I told you?"
Her pink lips pressed into a thin line as she waited for his answer, defiance simmering beneath her fear.
Lucas let out a cold snort before pinning her down again, his large hands gripping her shoulders with bruising force as he enunciated each word deliberately: "Just tell me what you two did today. Whether I believe you or not is my business."
Beauty suddenly laughed—a broken, tear-streaked laughter that shook her entire frame.
All the grievances she’d bottled up these days, along with today’s fright, came flooding out uncontrollably.
Lucas had never seen her cry like this in front of him before.
For the first time, panic flickered across his features.
He raised his hand to gently wipe the tears from her face.
When Beauty tried to turn away, she found her arms firmly restrained, leaving her no choice but to tilt her head sideways.
The pillow beneath was already soaked through.
"Did I scare you just now?"
Lucas brushed aside the disheveled bangs clinging to her forehead before pressing a featherlight kiss to her scar.
His eyes softened with unmistakable tenderness.
Only then did Beauty’s breathing begin to steady.
She ran her tongue over her chapped lips and exhaled shakily, her swollen eyes resembling overripe walnuts.
"So he’s back after all.
I knew he’d return—just didn’t expect it this soon," Lucas murmured, more to himself than to her.
"Will you... let him go this time?"
She mustered the courage to meet his gaze, the question barely louder than a whisper.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.
His hawk-like eyes narrowed into an icy glare that made her heart stutter.
"Oh?
Are you asking me to spare him—or begging me not to?"
"Of course not! It’s just... Last time he was forced overseas because of me.
Now that he’s finally returning to build his career here, I can’t let my involvement ruin everything for him again."
Beauty answered without hesitation, her clear eyes fixed unwaveringly on Lucas, carrying a hint of pleading and coquetry.
Suddenly, the man on the bed stood up.
Ignoring her question, he adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves and was about to leave when she called out to him again.
"Lucas, where are you going?"
The man turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over her coldly.
"Do I need to my whereabouts to you?
Just worry about yourself from now on—preferably, stay out of my business."
Without another word, he strode away, leaving no room for further conversation. ...
The next morning dawned early.
Beauty had barely slept all night, her heart aching over Lucas’s harsh words.
She hadn’t meant it the way he’d taken it—her feelings for Dyson were nothing but guilt, not a shred of affection.
Why hadn’t she explained it properly?
Dressed in a nightgown, she descended the spiral staircase and saw the household staff quietly going about their chores.
One of them glanced up at her but made no move to acknowledge her presence.
In the past, breakfast would have already been laid out on the table, waiting for her.
"Has... has the master come back?"
Beauty forced a faint smile as she spoke softly to the housekeeper sweeping the floor.
"The master hasn’t returned since last night.
I suppose you’d know that better than I would, madam."
Her heart sank.
Last night, her argument with Lucas had been so loud that it was impossible for the household staff not to hear.
Naturally, everyone knew she had been cast aside by him, and the cold, cutting remarks only grew sharper.
Such is the fickleness of human nature.
Back when she was the favored one, the servants had fawned over her, addressing her as "Madam" with sickening sweetness.
But now that she had fallen out of Lucas’s grace, they looked at her as if she were some stray dog.
She had no energy to dwell on their pettiness.
Grabbing her bag, she drove straight to the office.
At the very least, she still had the job she loved—one that brought her closer to her original dreams.
Thankfully, her assistant duties kept her swamped all morning, leaving no room to brood over the mess in her personal life.
She had arranged to meet Sarah for lunch at a restaurant near the company.
As soon as her work wrapped up, she hurriedly snatched her bag and made for the elevator—only to collide with Lucas stepping out of it.
Their eyes locked.
With nowhere to hide, Beauty could only murmur a stiff, "Good afternoon, Mr. Marson," before ducking into the elevator, praying for the doors to close faster.
Lucas’s expression was stormy, his assistant treading carefully beside him.
Just before the elevator doors sealed shut, his dark, piercing gaze fixed on her face, sending a tremor through her chest.
Her fists clenched involuntarily.
The restaurant wasn’t far.
Driving there took less than ten minutes, though her distracted state nearly made her run a red light—her heart nearly leapt out of her throat in panic.
Inside, Sarah was already waiting on the sofa and waved her over the moment she spotted her.
"Sarah, sorry to keep you waiting!
Work was insane this morning.
Being a designer’s assistant is somehow even more exhausting than being the CEO’s assistant—my brain’s still catching up!"
Plopping into her seat, Beauty launched into cheerful complaints about her new role.
Despite the exhaustion, her smile was genuine.
At least here, unlike in the CEO’s office, she was happy.