Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 416: Beg me first

"Investigating Grandpa’s whereabouts turned out to be far more complicated than I expected," Camilla murmured softly, nestled in Sinclair’s embrace.

She briefly recounted the information she’d obtained from Vicente.

"But I just can’t make sense of it.

In my eyes, Grandpa was no different from any other elderly man—except for his dical skills.

How could he possibly be connected to these people?"

Her whisper carried an indescribable mix of emotions—confusion, doubt, and bewildernt. ...

The kind, simple grandfather she rembered now seed shrouded in thick mist.

His familiar face had blurred in her mind.

If her grandpa had truly been an ordinary old man, he wouldn’t have vanished so mysteriously, nor would he have managed to evade the waves of people Sinclair had sent to track him down.

Sinclair’s dark eyes deepened with thought, though he showed no surprise.

"All these questions will be answered once we find your grandfather.

Until then, don’t let your mind wander."

Sinclair studied the emotions flickering across her face before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

His voice was low, soothing, and reassuring.

"As for the Elan royal family and those influential families Vicente ntioned—we may have a chance to approach them soon."

Camilla hadn’t expected such a stroke of luck.

She looked up at him in astonishnt.

"What kind of opportunity?"

"Three days from now, there’s a charity gala hosted in the na of the E Kingdom’s royal family.

All the prominent families in E Kingdom will be there."

Sinclair narrowed his eyes slightly.

His striking features softened as he looked at Camilla, the usual coldness in his gaze replaced by warmth.

"Then we’ll go and join the fun."

Though modern monarchies still existed, they had long since lost their forr power and influence, serving more as symbols of national identity and tradition.

Many mbers of the royal family had their own businesses and ventures, and these charity events were often just as much about networking and polishing reputations as they were about philanthropy

. Of course, only those with substantial influence and status could secure an invitation to such an affair.

A flicker of excitent passed through Camilla’s eyes before she frowned.

"It *is* a good opportunity, but with the royal family hosting, getting an invitation won’t be easy."

After all, this was E Kingdom, not san Fransisco.

"Don’t worry, I have a way," Sinclair murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

His arm around her waist tightened slightly, warm and reassuring.

"As long as your grandpa is in E Kingdom, we *will* find him.

I promise you."

Just a few words from him were enough to dissolve all the unease in her heart.

Camilla studied his impossibly handso face, her gaze lingering thoughtfully.

With him by her side, she felt like she didn’t have to worry about a thing.

"Sweetheart—"

A simple "thank you" seed too hollow, but she didn’t know what else to say.

His presence in her life was the greatest stroke of luck she’d ever had. It was a sha she hadn’t realized that in her past life—perhaps then, tragedy could have been avoided.

Sinclair’s lips curved into a smirk as his strikingly handso face leaned closer to Camilla, his cool breath just a whisper away from hers.

"Thinking about how to thank , sweetheart?"

His warm exhale carried an unmistakable hint of mischief.

"Maybe I should give you a few suggestions, hmm?"

Camilla gazed into those deep, inscrutable eyes, her heart swelling with so much love it threatened to consu her entirely.

"Alright," she murmured. Without hesitation, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his.

Sinclair’s long, elegant fingers tangled in the silken strands of her hair as he deepened the kiss, claiming every inch of her mouth with his cool, intoxicating taste.

In an instant, Camilla went from leading to being utterly swept away.

Her hands, which had been resting on his shoulders, slid up to wrap around his neck, clinging to him for balance.

Lips locked in passion, love blossod between them.

Only when Camilla gasped for breath did Sinclair finally release her from the kiss.

His slender fingers gently traced the delicate curve of her pale back as he pulled her close, letting her lean against his shoulder to steady her breathing.

His dark, fathomless eyes brimd with an indescribable tenderness.

The black Rolls-Royce glided smoothly along the road, but it was clear they weren’t heading toward their newly purchased estate—instead, the car veered toward the outskirts of the city.

Yet, at this mont, Camilla remained oblivious to the detour.

A cool evening breeze slipped through the slightly open window, dispersing the lingering warmth in the car and lowering the temperature.

The deep flush on Camilla’s cheeks gradually softened into a delicate pink.

Resting quietly against Sinclair’s shoulder, she suddenly recalled the incident at the restaurant earlier.

A playful smile curved her lips as she sat up.

"Sweetheart, sothing amusing happened at the restaurant today.

Want to hear about it?"

"If I’m not mistaken," Sinclair’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, his deep voice unhurried.

"What happened at the restaurant that has sothing to do with lissa?"

"That’s right, it does involve lissa," Camilla looked up at her husband, surprise flickering across her face.

"But Sweetheart, how did you know?"

She had arranged to et Vicente and had only ntioned him to Sinclair.

lissa showing up at the restaurant was sothing she’d stumbled upon later—how could Sinclair have known?

"Calculated it," Sinclair replied with a faint smirk, his tone casual.

Camilla stared at his composed, strikingly handso face and pressed her lips together.

Her mother hadn’t been entirely right with her dying words.

It wasn’t just beautiful won who were good at deception—n could be just as cunning.

In a swift motion, Camilla leaned in and pressed a kiss to his thin lips.

"Honey, can you tell now?"

Sinclair’s deep, obsidian eyes glimred with amusent as his lips curved slightly.

"lissa left half an hour before you.

She seed..." Sinclair paused, searching for the right word. "...in a bad mood. I had soone follow her."

So that was it.

But this also ant Sinclair had been waiting outside for quite so ti.

"There was a bit of a misunderstanding earlier.

It’s understandable that lissa was upset," Camilla said softly, her smiling eyes narrowing.

"Sinclair, do you want to know what happened?"

The playful lift of her brows practically scread, *Ask , ask !*

Sinclair had little interest in anyone or anything outside of Camilla, but seeing the eager look in her eyes, he indulged her with a faint smirk.

"I do."

Just as she expected.

Hearing his response, Camilla’s smile deepened, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Vincent.."

She opened her mouth to speak but suddenly stopped, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and cooed playfully.

"Beg .

Beg and I’ll tell you."

Beg?

Sinclair arched an eyebrow, his handso face breaking into an inscrutable half-smile.

"Is that what Camilla wants to hear?"

"Yes," Camilla nodded eagerly.

She’d never heard Sinclair say that word before—she couldn’t even imagine how it would sound coming from him.

"Alright," Sinclair’s lips curved as his dark, intense eyes locked onto her without restraint.

Lowering his voice to a husky, magnetic whisper, he enunciated each word deliberately.

"Baby, I’m begging you."

Four simple words, yet they carried an unexpected weight when spoken by him, striking straight into Camilla’s heart.

She could feel her blood rushing in one direction, her heartbeat accelerating wildly.

"What’s wrong?"

Sinclair moved closer, the curve of his lips deepening.

"Don’t like it, or is it not enough?"

His slightly teasing tone, paired with that distinctively deep and husky voice, carried an undeniable magnetism.

"I like it, I like it! It’s enough, really!"

Camilla swallowed hard, hastily cutting him off before he could continue.

Any thought of trying to turn the tables and take charge vanished instantly.

"Vicente didn’t tell lissa that I was the one who asked him out tonight.

lissa misunderstood and thought Vicente was eting another woman, so she followed him.

anwhile, Vicente assud lissa ca along because of Calvin..."

She recounted the restaurant incident in a lighthearted tone.

Sinclair simply listened quietly, his lips curved in a faint smile.

His dark, intense gaze never left her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

"But maybe it’s for the best.

This gives them a chance to see each other’s true feelings."

Camilla’s eyes crinkled with genuine happiness for Vicente and lissa, her joy radiating from within.

"It’s wonderful, isn’t it, sweetheart?"

The world is vast, and people are countless. Finding soone who loves you back is like winning the lottery—not impossible, but the odds are slim.

Luckily, she and Sinclair had been fortunate.

Fanny and Calvin too.

And now, Vicente and lissa could join the ranks.

Everything seed to be moving in a positive direction.

"Mmm."

Sinclair noticed the genuine smile on Camilla’s face, and his dark eyes softened with warmth.

As long as Camilla is happy.

Just then, the car ca to a gentle stop.

"President Luther, Madam, we’ve arrived."

Ramsey stood outside the car, announcing their arrival, but made no further move.

"Mmm."

Sinclair opened the car door and effortlessly carried Camilla out in his arms.

Camilla gazed at the endless expanse of forest before her, her clear, bright eyes shifting from surprise to pure delight.

"Sweetheart, where is this?"

Lush trees swayed gently in the evening breeze, their verdant leaves rustling softly.

The crisp, natural fragrance of the wilderness filled the air, instantly soothing the soul.

"It’s a soon-to-be-developed natural oxygen bar.

Do you like it, Camilla?"