Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 206: He rescued her again

Chapter 206: He rescued her again
Lucas had just stepped out of the conference room when he received the news—Beauty had run into his father’s car.
Without a second thought, he sped toward the hotel, leaving his bodyguards and driver far behind.
His car screeched to a perfect stop at the hotel entrance, the tires leaving faint marks on the pavement.
The doorman bowed deeply as Lucas stepped out, flashing a practiced, ingratiating smile.
Ignoring him completely, Lucas strode straight into the lobby, his icy gaze slicing through the front desk clerk like a blade.
"Did Chairman Williams bring a Miss Beauty here?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
The clerk hesitated, her face paling.
She fumbled over her words, as if her tongue had been tied in knots—clearly, someone had warned her to keep quiet.
"If you don’t start talking," Lucas said, each word dripping with menace, "everyone on duty tonight will be fired.
Including you."
His glare alone was enough to make the girl tremble.
She immediately blurted out the room number and even handed him a key card with shaky hands.
Before she could even catch her breath, Lucas was already gone.
Inside the room, Beauty was desperately clutching at her clothes, her fingers white-knuckled.
The man looming over her seemed nervous too—every time she uttered Lucas’s name, he faltered for a second, his hands trembling as he struggled to tear her clothes off.
Just as he yanked at the fabric again, the door burst open with a deafening crash.
Lucas stood in the doorway, his expression murderous.
The bra strap was about to snap, revealing skin as pale and smooth as fine jade—a sight that could easily stir wild fantasies in any man’s mind.
Then came a loud *BANG!* as the door flew open.
The man froze mid-action, his head whipping around to see Lucas standing in the doorway, his face dark with fury, veins bulging at his temples.
"Mr. Lucas..." Terror drained the color from the man’s face as if he’d just come face-to-face with the Grim Reaper himself.
He scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over his own feet, and frantically yanked up his pants before cowering in the corner.
Beauty lay trembling, her body slick with sweat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
The moment her eyes met Lucas, the floodgates burst open, her quiet sobs filling the room.
"It—it wasn’t me!
Your father... It was your father’s orders!"
The man’s voice quivered like a leaf in a storm, as though he’d just stepped on a tiger’s tail.
A sickening *crack* of bone echoed through the room.
In one swift motion, Lucas strode forward, seizing the man by the arm and hauling him up like an eagle snatching a half-dead chick.
Beauty curled into herself on the bed, clutching the sheets to cover her exposed body, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
Without breaking a sweat, Lucas hurled the 180 cm, 70 kg man out of the room.
Another deafening *BANG!*—the door slammed shut behind him.
Beauty stared at him with wide, bloodshot eyes, her pupils dilated with lingering terror.
The room was so silent that Lucas’s ragged breathing was the only sound cutting through the heavy air.
"Don’t... don’t come any closer..."
She lay limp on the mattress like a newborn lamb, her slender arms hanging weakly at her sides.
Beads of sweat clung to her temples, her entire body trembling.
Before she could react, Lucas swept toward her like a storm, pulling her into his warm, solid embrace.
The faint scent of shampoo from his hair filled her senses.
"It’s okay... it’s okay now.
No one will ever hurt you again—not while I’m here."
His large hand stroked her long hair gently, as if soothing a frightened animal.
Beauty curled into his chest, hot tears spilling down her cheeks.
If Lucas had arrived just minutes later, that man would have— The thought alone made her stomach churn with nausea.
She couldn’t bear the filth of his touch.
Lucas had saved her life once more, like sunlight breaking through the darkest storm.
"I need to shower," she whispered hoarsely.
"I feel... dirty.
That man—his hands—" The memory sent another wave of revulsion through her.
She couldn’t stand it.
She wished she could scrub every inch of her body with disinfectant, scraping off the very skin that man had touched.
Lucas’s face was dark with fury as he strode into the bathroom, filling the spacious tub with steaming water.
Without a word, he lifted her gently and settled her into the bath, large enough for two.
The delicate fragrance of rose-scented body wash filled the air, soothing her frayed nerves just a little.
"Stay here and wash up.
I’ll be right back," his icy voice cut through the glass door.
Beauty nodded like a chick pecking at grains, then realized he couldn’t see her.
Raising her voice slightly, she murmured,
"Hurry back... I’m scared of being here alone."
"Mm.
I’ll be right outside.
No need to be afraid."
He lingered by the bathroom door for two more seconds before turning sharply and stepping out, closing the door softly behind him.
Outside, two rows of people stood waiting—among them, the man who had dared to lay hands on Beauty.
The moment Beauty spotted Lucas, he stormed forward and delivered a brutal kick straight between the man’s legs.
The man’s face twisted in agony, veins bulging at his temples as he turned ghostly pale.
"This piece of trash! I only told him to escort Beauty to her room, and he dared to get handsy?
I’ll make sure he never uses that thing again!"
With that, he drove another vicious kick into the man’s groin.
A high-pitched wail of "Aiyo—!" echoed down the hotel corridor.
The man shrieked in pain before collapsing unconscious.
Even through his pants, the swelling was unmistakable.
The other men witnessing this scene instinctively shielded their crotches with both hands, as if feeling the pain themselves.
Lucas’s face remained icy, his blazing eyes fixed on Beauty.
With a chilling calmness, he said, "If someone weren’t backing him, this dog wouldn’t dare lay a finger on my woman even with ten lives to spare.
Whichever hand touched her—I’ll break it."
With that, he strode forward.
The man had already passed out from the pain, his face drenched in cold sweat, his pants soaked through.
He must have wet himself the moment he saw Lucas.
Lucas crouched down, grabbed the man’s arm, and yanked it backward with brutal force.
A sickening *crack* echoed as the arm dangled limply inside the sleeve, like a snapped sugarcane.
The sight alone was enough to make one’s skin crawl.
Everyone knew Lucas had undergone professional combat training.
A move like that—even the legendary physician couldn’t have reattached those arms.
No wonder he hadn’t wanted her to see such a gruesome scene.
She’d have been haunted by nightmares for days.