Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 190: Drake and Beauty’s Emotional conversations about Sarah

Chapter 190: Drake and Beauty’s Emotional conversations about Sarah
Samantha’s temples throbbed with barely contained rage as she pressed a trembling hand to her abdomen, her bloodshot eyes locking onto Drake.
Drake arched a brow and gently steadied her with a hand on her arm.
"Alright, that’s enough. I knew this would happen the moment you two crossed paths—that’s why I told you not to come.
Why don’t you head upstairs and keep Laura company for now?"
A flicker of suspicion crossed Samantha’s eyes as she studied him.
Her voice was icy. "And what about you? Now that you’ve seen her, are you really planning to stay here and chat with your best friend’s wife?"
"Exactly," Drake replied with exaggerated solemnity.
"Lucas made me promise not to leave Beauty alone in her room.
That’s why I’m here—to keep her company.
But the second you walked in, you two started bickering.
I was worried the stress might harm the baby, so I thought I’d escort you downstairs first.
I’ll stay with Beauty for a while—consider it a favor to Lucas."
His delivery was so convincing that Beauty almost believed him.
She opened her mouth to refuse, but when her gaze met Drake’s deep, unreadable eyes, she caught the subtle wink he sent her way.
Baffled, she hesitated. What was he playing at?
She’d have to wait until he’d ushered that infuriating woman out before demanding an explanation.
The door clicked shut again, and Drake exhaled in relief, swiftly locking it behind him.
He sank into the armchair near the bed, his sharp brows knitting together.
Beauty tilted her head, skepticism lacing her tone.
"So, did Lucas really send you here to entertain me?"
"Of course not," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"Do I look like I have nothing better to do? I *am* a CEO, you know."
Her smile vanished, replaced by a scowl.
"Then what was all that nonsense about earlier? Just an excuse to shoo your fiancée out of my room?"
Drake sighed again, weariness etched across his features.
Leaning in, he lowered his voice.
"Actually, I came to ask you... how’s Sarah been lately?"
"Great!
So you didn’t come here to check on me after all!"
"Mmph... mmph..." Before she could finish her sentence, Drake clamped a hand over her mouth, whispering urgently, "Keep your voice down—don’t let her hear you!"
When he finally released her, Beauty nearly doubled over with laughter.
She bit her lip to stifle the sound, her cheeks flushing crimson, while Drake expression grew increasingly sour.
Once she finally caught her breath, she arched an amused brow at him.
"Who would’ve thought the mighty President Drake actually has a woman he’s afraid of?"
"Ha! There are plenty of women I’m afraid of—Sarah’s one of them.
And now that Samantha’s pregnant, I bend over backward for her.
Pathetic, isn’t it? A man reduced to this."
"Pathetic? The only one who deserves pity is Sarah. She loved you for years, and what did she get in the end? A shattered life.
Do you even realize you and that woman outside destroyed her happiness?
Even if you didn’t know, she sacrificed everything for you!"
"I know.
That’s why I’m doing everything I can to help her now.
She might never forgive me, but as long as she’s happy, I can wish her well."
He had once believed that as long as Sarah remained unmarried, there was still a chance for them to start over.
But after the bankruptcy of her family business and the legal troubles that followed, he knew—even if she stayed single, even if he remained unattached—they could never go back.
Sometimes fate had a cruel sense of humor.
"Sarah seems much better now, but I know she’s just pretending not to care in front of us.
Maybe only in the dead of night does she let her true self show—something none of us will ever see.
If you really love her, then stop hurting her.
Stay away."
Beauty lowered her gaze, pressing her lips into a tight line.
Drake stood and walked to the window, staring blankly at the view outside, his eyes filled with defeat and loneliness.
In the end, he and Sarah were never meant to be.
"I think Ryan treats Sarah well—at least he’s sincere.
If she ends up with him, I believe she’ll be happy.
So don’t go stirring up trouble for them.
Just let them be."
Beauty watched Drake’s retreating figure, feeling a faint pang of heartache, yet she finally voiced the words she had long kept buried.
The silence stretched on, the room so quiet one could hear a pin drop—even their breaths seemed audible in the stillness.
Then, Drake turned slowly, and in that moment, Beauty was struck by his striking presence.
Dressed in a crisp white casual outfit, he stood bathed in sunlight, his chestnut hair dusted with golden flecks.
His complexion held a warm, honeyed glow, making him look like a scene straight out of a painting.
She had never studied him this closely before.
No wonder women fell head over heels for him—he was undeniably radiant and handsome, the kind of man who commanded attention.
"I will," he said softly.
"If Sarah is willing to accept that man, I won’t stand in the way anymore."
Seeing the sorrow gradually clouding his eyes, Beauty felt a twinge of melancholy herself.
Hoping to lighten the mood, she arched a brow and asked, "What about Samantha?
She’s carrying your child—are you going to marry her?"
A long pause followed before Drake nodded.
He reached into his pocket, fished out a pack of cigarettes, and hesitated, glancing at her as if to ask permission.
"Go ahead," she cut in.
"Consider it a pass, given how miserable you look right now."
A soft scoff escaped him.
With a faint smirk, he settled onto the sofa, lit the cigarette, and took a slow, deep drag, exhaling the nicotine-laced smoke with a furrowed brow.
After finishing the cigarette, Drake left—his assistant had called, summoning him back to the office for a meeting.
As he walked away, Beauty stared at his retreating figure for a brief moment before calling out, "No matter what, I hope you find happiness."
He didn’t turn around, merely raising a hand in an "OK" gesture before gracefully stepping out.
Only when the sound of his heavy footsteps faded did Beauty snap out of her thoughts.
She pulled a book from the shelf, but after a few seconds, found herself unable to focus. Resigned, she picked up her phone and mindlessly scrolled through the news to pass the time.
She hadn’t expected Lucas to return for lunch.
Just as she was engrossed in her phone, she glanced up to see a sleek black Maybach pulling into the driveway—his latest indulgence, one he’d been driving almost exclusively these past few days.
She quite liked it too.
Hearing his arrival, she quickly grabbed the mirror from her bedside to smooth her tousled short hair.
The sound of footsteps grew nearer, and when she turned, she met his deep, inky gaze.