Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 83: Meeting Lucas late wife cousin

Before she knew it, the first week of school had already passed.

The best part was finally being able to avoid Laura at ho—no more awkward encounters day in and day out.

Their classrooms were on different floors, one upstairs and one downstairs, so they only occasionally bumped into each other in the cafeteria.

To her relief, she was placed in the sa class as Hannah again and had made several new friends.

Though everyone knew about her connection to the Marson family, no one deliberately kept their distance—especially since Lucas had withdrawn all those bodyguards.

Unexpectedly, she ran into Cassandra in the school library.

She had just picked a book from the shelf when a group of people walked in, led by none other than Cassandra, who seed to be discussing book orders with the librarian.

"Beauty, what a coincidence seeing you here!"

She had been about to slip away unnoticed, but Cassandra turned around and spotted her imdiately, flashing a bright smile in her direction.

"Yeah, what are the odds?" she replied, forcing a polite smile since there was no escaping now.

Clutching the book tightly to her chest, she held Cassandra’s gaze for two seconds before they both looked away.

"This young lady is the daughter of one of our school board mbers," the librarian chid in, grinning from ear to ear.

"You two know each other?"

His gaze then lingered on Beauty’s face, his expression gentle.

Cassandra handed the docunts in her hand to her assistant, gave a few more instructions, and finally turned to Cassandra.

She arched one delicate eyebrow slightly.

"It’s almost lunchti.

How about I treat you to a al at a nearby restaurant?"

"No need,"Beauty replied.

"I actually love the food at the school cafeteria.

So dishes are even better than what my family’s private chef makes."

Cassandra paused for a brief second, caught off guard.

A graceful smile curved her lips as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and looked up.

"Well, that works too.

It’s been ages since I last had campus food after graduating.

You wouldn’t mind treating to a al, would you?"

With the request phrased like that, refusing would only make her seem petty.

*After all, she’s just one of that uncle’s ambiguous interests.

Why should I feel intimidated?*

The two walked along the golden boulevard, its path strewn with fallen plane tree leaves.

Beauty deliberately maintained so distance between them.

Now that she knew Cassandra was one of the school’s shareholders, she just wanted to quietly finish her studies and graduate without becoming the center of campus gossip again.

The cafeteria was packed, but thanks to Cassandra, Beauty got VIP treatnt.

She was led to the faculty dining area and served a four-dish, one-soup, one-dessert al—standard for teachers.

Just as she marveled at how different the higher-ups ate, Cassandra suddenly lifted her eyes and gave her a slow, aningful glance.

"Has Lucas been back to the villa lately?" she asked casually.

"I haven’t seen him in a while."

Ah, so that’s the real agenda here!

Beauty thought, the realization dawning on her.

*The wine was just a pretext—her true interest lies elsewhere.*

It seed this al wasn’t just a free lunch for her.

Since childhood, she’d never liked owing anyone anything, especially when it ca to accepting favors.

Hearing Cassandra’s words now, she imdiately felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

"Uncle hasn’t been back to the villa in half a month.

Honestly, I don’t even know where he is.

He rarely stays there anyway.

I think he has another villa like this outside, but I’ve never been."

Beauty took a bite of the braised pork trotter and licked her lips in satisfaction.

This was her favorite dish in the school cafeteria, but it was always sold out before she could get any.

Today, she could finally indulge. It was so delicious that she nearly forgot how a proper lady should eat.

Cassandra, on the other hand, was the epito of elegance—every smile and gesture exuded refined grace.

"That villa complex was rebuilt by Lucas after Alia passed away.

I’ve been there a few tis.

The villa was designed by Alia herself—she had a real talent for architecture. It’s a sha fate wasn’t kind to her.

Maybe eting Lucas and falling in love with him used up all the luck she had in this lifeti."

When Alia’s na ca up, a shadow of sorrow flickered across Cassandra’s face.

Her delicate brows knitted together as she gently set down her chopsticks.

Beauty paused mid-bite, her lips pressing together slightly.

Every ti she heard that na, sothing inside her trembled violently—she didn’t understand why.

A long silence stretched between them before Beauty picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corners of her mouth, her almond-shaped eyes glimring with curiosity.

"You and... Alia—you must have been close?"

After a brief hesitation, she finally mustered the courage to ask.

Though Lucas had told her a little about Alia, his words had been sparse.

She didn’t dare to probe further.

Cassandra took a delicate sip of the steaming soup, her eyes glistening with nostalgia as she gazed into the distance.

"Alia was my cousin.

We both graduated from this university.

She t Lucas here too."

Her voice softened with reminiscence.

"Back then, Lucas had just returned from abroad as a top graduate from H University.

Our headmaster happened to be his childhood ntor, so he ca to give an inspiring speech to the entire faculty.

Nearly every girl on campus worshipped him—Alia and I were no exception."

So Cassandra and Lucas shared this connection!

Beauty had always assud Cassandra was rely Lucas’s admirer or pursuer.

Who would have guessed he’d once been her cousin-in-law?

The revelation was startling.

Anyone with eyes could see the woman’s feelings for Lucas ran deeper than re admiration.

The way she looked at him—beyond reverence and infatuation—betrayed a profound romantic longing.

Did Lucas not notice?

Beauty exhaled softly before eting Alia’s gaze.

"So... what happened next?

Did he end up with your cousin?"

A shadow of sorrow flickered across Cassandra’s face, her pink lips pressing tightly together.

After a brief pause, she forced a smile.

"Actually, I was the one who planned to pursue him first.

But he showed no interest in —his attention was all on Alia.

So I stepped back.

After all, soone as exceptional as her was truly his perfect match."

"So you just gave up?

Handed him over to your cousin?"

Beauty leaned forward slightly, her round eyes wide with curiosity, delicate chin tilted upward.

"Do you regret it now?"

She held her breath, awaiting the answer.

Internally, she scolded herself a thousand tis over.

Since childhood, she’d despised gossipmongers—yet here she was, digging into Lucas and Alia’s past with unsettling eagerness.

So eager, in fact, that she failed to notice the peculiar intensity of her own interest.