Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 189: Samantha and Beauty’s Misunderstanding

Chapter 189: Samantha and Beauty’s Misunderstanding
Beauty fell silent.
This man always resorted to the same old threat.
She couldn’t help but retort irritably, "What if you regret marrying me someday?
It’d be awful if I had a child for you then, only for us to divorce later.
Who would the kid even stay with?
I’m not the kind of heartless person who’d abandon a child, and I know you’d never let someone else raise your own—"
"Say one more word.
I dare you."
Lucas’s voice dripped with menace.
Beauty immediately clammed up.
She was just stating a hypothetical—wasn’t she allowed to speak the truth?
What if one day he decided he wanted to be with Nathalie again?
Wouldn’t he just kick her and their child to the streets?
And then she’d be stuck raising a kid alone.
Sure, she might scrape by, but did she really want her child to suffer alongside her?
Of course, she knew better than to voice these thoughts.
If she did, Lucas would probably strangle her on the spot.
Instead, she pouted, her voice laced with exaggerated grievance.
"My leg is broken, and all you can think about is having a baby?
Lucas, do you even have a heart?"
The remark amused him.
He reached out, ruffling her hair, the perpetual frost in his expression finally thawing.
A smug smirk curled his lips.
"Fine. We’ll revisit the baby talk once you’re fully recovered."
"We’ll see.
Right now, I just want to sleep.
I’m exhausted." She deliberately yawned, burrowing deeper into the silk quilt, desperate to dodge the subject.
Maybe he was just caught up in the moment.
Once work piled up, he’d probably forget all about it.
Little did she know, Lucas was already plotting in silence.
Dyson’s sudden reappearance had set off alarm bells—what if his wife got swept up and ran off with another man?
He needed to act preemptively.
Once she was pregnant, busy with childbirth and raising a child, even if Dyson tried to rekindle old flames, she wouldn’t have the energy for it.
If Samantha could use a child to tie Drake’s heart, then why couldn’t he use a child to keep his own wife by his side!
By the time he finished washing up, Beauty was already asleep in the large bed.
Lucas’s thin lips curled slightly, revealing a hint of slowness. ...
The next day, the rain had cleared, and the skies were bright again.
The family doctor had just applied medicine to Beauty’s knee and removed the gauze.
The entire joint looked red and swollen, a frightening sight.
She couldn’t even get out of bed, forced to lie there in boredom.
"When will I be able to get up with this knee?" Beauty asked the doctor quietly, sighing as she stared at the swollen mess.
"Madam, once the wound scabs over and the swelling goes down, you’ll be able to move around.
It should take about a week.
If you recover well, maybe even three to five days—but try not to walk too much.
After all, you’ve strained the tendons, and they won’t heal overnight."
The doctor packed the medication into his bag, poured her a glass of water, and placed the pills in her palm.
Only after watching her swallow them did he leave, reassured.
Before heading to work, Lucas had instructed the doctor to personally ensure Beauty took her medicine every day—only after seeing her drink it down could he leave the room.
The moment the doctor stepped out, Laura pushed the door open and strode in.
With a gleeful smirk, she looked up and down and tasked.
"Well, well! Who knew someone could act out such a convincing pity play?
Just a little fall, and suddenly my brother’s doting on you again. But don’t get too excited—he’s only being nice out of guilt!"
Beauty kept her eyes glued to the romance novel in her hands, too engrossed to bother with her.
But Laura, never one to know when to stop, snatched the book from her grasp and tossed it straight into the trash.
This was a book by her favorite author recently—one she hadn’t even finished yet—and this woman had the audacity to toss it into the trash, mixing it with those spilled chemicals!
Beauty’s eyes flashed with fury.
She lifted her chin and shot Laura an icy glare.
"Don’t push your luck, Laura.
Just because I can’t move right now doesn’t mean I’ll never be able to deal with you.
Whether your brother feels guilty or just pities me, I’m still your sister-in-law—the lady of this house.
You?
You’re nothing but a half-sister living under someone else’s roof.
What gives you the right to act so high and mighty?"
Laura flushed the crimson, her face burning with humiliation, but she couldn’t retaliate.
She had been warned by Lucas—not bullying his woman while he was away.
Never had she imagined her brother would actually scold her for this woman’s sake.
All she could do was swallow her anger.
"Don’t get too cocky," she hissed.
"Don’t forget Nathalie is still around.
As long as she’s by my brother’s side, sooner or later, he’ll kick you out of this house."
"Oh really?" Beauty smirked.
"Then I’ll just have to wait and see when Nathalie comes to throw me out."
With that, she leaned back against the pillow, pretending to sleep, ignoring whatever else Laura spat out.
Eventually, the girl left in a huff, realizing she wasn’t getting anywhere.
Only now did Beauty truly understand the agony of being bedridden, unable to move freely.
When the housekeeper came in to clean, she immediately asked her to retrieve the book from the trash.
The woman carefully wiped it clean with tissues before handing it back.
Just as Beauty was engrossed in reading again, heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Assuming Laura had brought Nathalie back, she was already scowling, ready to snap—until she saw Drake strolling around the corner, one hand casually tucked in his pocket.
Spotting her lying in bed, Drake smirked.
"Beauty, I must say, you’ve had quite the streak of bad luck these past few months.
Just as your head wound heals, now it’s your leg. It seems like you got bad luck?"
"Who has bad luck?
Screw you and your whole family!" Beauty was already irritated at the sight of him, but his remark made her blood boil.
Her cold gaze flickered briefly toward Samantha’s stomach.
"What the hell, Beauty?
Drake and I only came to see you out of respect for Lucas, and you dare insult our families?
Don’t push your luck!" Samantha shot back, her eyes blazing with fury.
No matter how desperately Drake tried to signal her to stop, she remained defiant, her expression icy with disdain.
Beauty’s gaze darkened, a faint smirk curling her lips.
"How gracious of Drake to visit me with his fiancée in tow. What an honor—though I couldn’t care less.
Now that you’ve seen me alive and well, why don’t the two of you kindly leave?"
"You—! You ungrateful shrew! No wonder Lucas chose Nathalie over you.
With a temper like yours, did you really think he’d put up with you forever?"
Samantha grew more incensed with every word, shaking off Drake’s arm as if she were ready to explode.
"Honestly, I don’t know what gives homewreckers the nerve to act so high and mighty in front of the real wife.
So what if she’s seduced Lucas?
At the end of the day, I’m still the lady of this house.
Some people scheme their way into picking up scraps others have tossed aside—how pathetic."