Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 188: I don’t want to talk about her

Chapter 188: I don’t want to talk about her
It was nearly 8 p.m. when Lucas finally rushed to the hospital after a long day at work.
Beauty had eaten a light meal earlier but grew bored lying in bed.
After flipping through a book for a while, she dozed off with her head tilted to the side.
The door creaked softly as Lucas pushed it open.
Seeing her slumped awkwardly against the headboard, his brows furrowed slightly.
Without hesitation, he strode over, slipped an arm around her waist, and lifted her effortlessly, gently settling her back onto the bed.
To his surprise, she was a light sleeper.
The moment her body touched the mattress, her large, round eyes fluttered open, locking onto his strikingly handsome face.
For a brief second, she simply stared, too dazed to speak.
"Since you’re awake, let’s go home," he said, his voice low and steady.
"It’s chilly outside—it rained earlier.
Put on my jacket so you don’t catch another cold.
The last thing you need is to make things worse."
As he spoke, he shrugged off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
His cool gaze lingered on her slightly flushed cheeks before his lips curved into a faint smirk.
"Seems like my little hedgehog only behaves when she’s sick."
His long, elegant fingers brushed lightly over the bridge of her nose, his dark eyes studying her face intently.
Before she could react, he scooped her up again.
She had lost count of how many times he had carried her today.
All she knew was that his embrace was warm, and for once, she didn’t resist—she just wanted to nestle against him.
Even if it was just for a little while, it was enough.
The driver waited patiently outside, standing by the car until Lucas emerged with her in his arms.
Only then did he step forward to open the door, watching as his boss carefully settled her inside before closing it again.
The car pulled away smoothly, leaving the hospital behind.
They drove through paris’s bustling commercial district, neon lights flickering against the night sky as crowds and traffic flowed past.
Yet Beauty’s mind was anything but calm.
Everything that had happened today left her overwhelmed, torn between joy and unease.
What puzzled her most, though, was that despite her injured knee, *someone* seemed to be in an unusually good mood.
Lucas carried her all the way to her room, where Laura—dressed in loungewear—watched with poorly concealed amusement.
But under her brother’s sharp gaze, she quickly schooled her expression into something more neutral.
"Brother, what happened to my sister-in-law?
Did she take a fall somewhere?" Laura asked with wide-eyed curiosity.
Lucas ignored Laura completely, slamming the door shut with a loud *
bang*.
Fuming, she stomped her feet outside, her frustration only making Beauty press her lips together in quiet amusement.
"You treat your dear sister like that?
I remember you used to dote on her so much.
Back when we fought, you even took her side and scolded me!"
Beauty arched a delicate brow, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at Lucas.
Seeing Laura so flustered gave her a petty sense of satisfaction—after all, the girl had always gone out of her way to make her life difficult.
Lucas carefully settled her onto the large bed, propping a pillow behind her waist before drawing the curtains shut.
He deliberately avoided answering her question, and she decided not to push her luck.
Still, being home was far better than staring at the sterile white walls of the hospital.
But then a thought struck her, and she couldn’t resist turning to him with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"So... what happened between you and Nathalie in the end?"
"I don’t want to talk about her."
His sharp reply instantly killed her playful mood, and she clamped her mouth shut.
Suddenly, he turned to face her, his gaze intense as it lingered on her flushed cheeks.
His voice was low, deliberate, almost pleading.
"Beauty, if I promise never to mention Nathalie in front of you... will you do the same for me and never bring up Dyson again?"
It was the first time she had ever heard him speak to her in such a tone—soft, almost vulnerable, laced with something between tenderness and jealousy.
Beauty froze, unsure whether to trust his words this time.
Then his hands settled firmly on her shoulders, his fingers tracing slow, soothing circles.
He leaned in closer, his long lashes casting delicate shadows, his eyes a storm of melancholy and warmth.
Her thoughts raced, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.
She was convinced Lucas must have lost his mind today to treat her like this.
Was it because she scraped her knee that he suddenly decided to turn over a new leaf and show her kindness?
Over and over, she reminded herself not to take Lucas’s words at face value—otherwise, she might not even see her own downfall coming.
Her delicate brows arched slightly as a coy smile played on her lips.
Beauty cleared her throat and murmured, "Uncle Marson, your moods change faster than the weather.
How am I supposed to believe you’re telling the truth this time?"
Lucas frowned.
When had he ever lied to her?
Sure, sometimes he just wanted to rile her up a little, but in this woman’s eyes, he was nothing but an untrustworthy scoundrel?
What a failure!
A wicked smirk curled his lips as his eyes narrowed, predatory and intense, like a beast locking onto its prey.
The look sent a shiver down Beauty’s spine.
"Lucas, what—what are you planning?
I’m warning you, I’m a patient right now!
If you dare lay a finger on me, I’ll—I’ll make you regret it!"
She glared at him with a look of grim determination, her brows knitting together in defiance.
His interest only deepened.
In one swift motion, he kicked off his shoes and swung a long leg over her, looming above her with an imperious gaze.
His thin lips curled into a cold smirk as he murmured, "How about we have a child?"
Huh?
Beauty’s mind blanked for a second.
Sure, she had been married to Lucas for a while now, but she had never once considered bearing his child!
She was still counting down the days until he grew tired of her, signed the divorce papers, and they went their separate ways for good.
A child?
Absolutely not!
Once a child was in the picture, even if she wanted to leave, she’d be tied down forever!
"No way, I’m still too young to have a baby!"
Beauty immediately rejected the idea.
She wasn’t about to chain herself to him forever for the sake of a child.
What if one day he grew tired of her?
Lucas’s expression darkened visibly, his cold eyes narrowing.
He gripped her shoulders firmly, his deep voice icy as he demanded, "Why don’t you want a child?
Are you still planning to leave me?"
Damn.
Being read so easily left Mary speechless.
She was about to deny it when he suddenly seized her wrist, pulling her hand gently toward him and pressing it against his chest.
The rapid, pounding rhythm of his heartbeat pulsed against her palm.
"I have no intention of ever letting you go," he said, his voice low and unyielding.
"You can’t escape me—with or without a child.
In life, you’re my woman, Lucas’s woman.
And in death, you’ll still be mine."
Ugh.
Here we go again.
Beauty rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Just as she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off with a warning, his tone dangerously calm.
"Even if you run, I’ll hunt you down to the ends of the earth.
Go ahead—try me."