Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 186: An Injury on her ankle

Chapter 186: An Injury on her ankle
Sarah smiled gently as she poured her a glass of orange juice.
"Seems like you’ve settled into your new job.
I’m sure you’ll do great, though you look like you haven’t been getting enough rest," she remarked lightly.
Beauty pressed her lips together at the accurate observation.
"Couldn’t sleep last night," she admitted in a low voice.
The memory brought a frown to her face as she sighed, cutting a piece of steak and chewing it slowly.
"Another fight with Lucas, I take it?
You two really can’t catch a break.
What’s it this time?
Don’t tell me it’s still about that Nathalie?"
"Not Nathalie this time.
It’s my fault—my old crush, Dyson, came back to town.
Lucas found out I met with him.
He didn’t come home last night.
No idea where he went."
Recalling the murderous look in Lucas’s eyes yesterday, Beauty shuddered involuntarily. Sarah arched an eyebrow, suppressing a knowing smile.
"Ah, so it’s a man’s problem!
Lucas must be jealous.
Never seen him jealous before—bet it was quite the spectacle."
Beauty groaned internally.
If only Sarah knew how many times she’d witnessed his jealousy—each episode leaving her utterly drained, as if half her life had been squeezed out.
"You’d better explain things properly.
When Lucas gets jealous, sweet talk won’t cut it.
My guess?
He probably crashed at Drake’s place last night."
At the mention of Drake, a shadow crossed Sarah’s face.
She hadn’t seen him since Samantha announced she was carrying his child.
"I’m not apologizing!
When he made me jealous before, did he ever bother to comfort me?"
Beauty scowled, taking a defiant sip of juice. Sarah shook her head, clasping Beauty’s hand earnestly.
"Listen, no matter what happens, I just want you and Lucas to be happy.
He loves you—I know he does.
Maybe there are misunderstandings between you two, but don’t let things spiral like they did with me and Drake.
That kind of regret... it stays with you forever." ... Would she truly come to regret it?
Beauty kept pondering Sarah’s words as she made her way back.
The memory of Sarah’s expression—claiming she’d regret it for a lifetime—sent a sharp pang through her heart.
Perhaps one day she really would have to leave him.
When that time came, the heartache might be unbearable, and regret would be too late.
But why not fight for it now?
Even if it ended in heartbreak, at least she wouldn’t have regrets.
The elevator stopped at the floor of the CEO’s office. Beauty adjusted her hair and clothes in the mirror before striding confidently toward his office.
To her surprise, there wasn’t a single assistant at the door.
For a moment, she thought Lucas might not even be inside.
But when she pushed the door open, what she saw hit her like a bucket of ice water.
Nathalie was clinging tightly to Lucas from behind, their bodies pressed close in an intimate embrace.
Nathalie’s eyes were red and swollen, her expression pitifully vulnerable.
Beauty turned and bolted.
Her ten-centimeter heels betrayed her, and she lost her balance, crashing hard onto the floor.
"Ah—!"
Her body skidded forward, the pain in her knees forcing out a muffled cry.
But the hallway was empty.
No one was there.
The elevator doors remained shut.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she tried to stand, but her bones felt shattered.
Tears welled up and spilled over, rolling down her cheeks in heavy drops. Inside the CEO’s office— Nathalie clung desperately to Lucas’s waist from behind, only to be shoved aside with brutal force.
Her body slammed onto the nearby sofa.
"Lucas..."
"Don’t let it happen again!
If you pull something like this next time, I’ll send you so far away you’ll never lay eyes on me again.
And stay out of the villa district—that place isn’t for you!"
With that, Lucas turned on his heel and strode away without a backward glance.
The moment he stepped outside, he saw Beauty kneeling on the ground, her face twisted in pain.
He had heard her agonized cry from inside the office, but Nathalie had clung to him, sobbing hysterically, refusing to let him leave.
That was why he had warned her to stay away.
Damn it.
He should have held onto her, stopped her from running out.
Bending down, he scooped Beauty into his arms and headed straight for the private executive elevator.
As they stepped out, every pair of eyes in the lobby locked onto the woman cradled in Lucas’s arms.
Her knees were red and swollen, throbbing so badly she couldn’t move, but the embarrassment burned even hotter.
She wished she could vanish into thin air.
Now the entire company would know the CEO had carried her out.
God only knew what they’d think.
The car sped through the streets like a bullet, screeching to a halt in under twenty minutes at paris’s largest private hospital.
Lucas called the director directly, and within moments, the man was nodding in agreement, even dispatching several nurses to wait at the entrance.
"Doctor, it hurts so much!
Did I break anything?"
Beauty bit her lip, her delicate brows furrowed as she watched the doctor examine her.
The pain radiated from her knees, making it impossible to move.
The doctor checked her injuries, then motioned for a nurse to apply ointment to the wounds.
"No fractures, but you’ve sprained the ligaments," he said coolly.
"A torn ligament takes time to heal—you’ll need bed rest for the next few months.
I’ll prescribe some medication, both topical and oral.
Make sure you take care of those knees, or you’ll feel it when you’re older."
He gave detailed instructions before signaling another nurse to bring an ice pack, pressing it gently against the swollen areas around her knees.
"I’ll take care of this.
If there’s nothing else, you can all leave now."
Lucas’s voice was cool as he took the ice pack from the nurse’s hands.
With just one icy glance, the others quickly took the hint and quietly shut the door behind them.
Now, the room held only him and Beauty.
Once they were alone, Beauty finally lifted her eyelids slightly and murmured in a low voice,
"You don’t have to stay here with me.
Go take care of your own business.
The nurses can help me with these things."
The memory of him and Nathalie in the office clawed at her heart, the pain unbearable.
Lucas arched a brow, his rough palms cradling her knee without a word.
He continued applying the ice pack, his movements careful and deliberate, as if afraid to aggravate her injury.
Yet despite his gentleness, Beauty still winced in pain.
"Y-you’re hurting me... go easy..."
Her delicate brows knitted together as she sniffled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, looking utterly pitiful.
"Does it hurt?"
"Mmm—"
Before she could finish, her soft pink lips were captured by his.
His cool, firm mouth moved insistently against hers, stealing her breath.
The kiss was searing, possessive—a claim that left no room for resistance.