Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire Chapter 417: Just me and you in this entire world

"I love it,"

Camilla inhaled the crisp, fragrant air, her eyes crinkling into crescents of delight.

"I really do."

Though the late autumn breeze carried its signature chill, she felt neither cold nor discomfort—only an overwhelming sense of ease.

Sinclair gazed down at her, the corners of his lips lifting faintly as he took in her radiant joy.

"Glad you like it."

Not just *glad*—more like *thank God*.

Ramsey kept his head bowed, exhaling a long, silent breath of relief.

This place had been a last-minute assignnt from the CEO, orchestrated purely to bring a smile to his wife’s face—not for so lofty "natural oxygen bar" concept.

Thankfully, she was happy.

Otherwise, he’d have been in deep trouble.

"Sweetheart," Camilla finally tore her gaze from the breathtaking scenery, turning to Sinclair.

"Are we staying here tonight?"

mories of a university retreat to the mountain forests surfaced—wooden cabins, the embrace of nature.

That sa cozy nostalgia tugged at her now.

"Mm,"

Sinclair wrapped his arm around his wife’s slender waist, guiding her deeper into the forest.

"I’ll take you up."

"Okay," Camilla glanced at the seemingly endless shadowy path ahead, her lips curving into a radiant smile.

As long as she was with Sinclair, no darkness could frighten her.

To her delight, the dimly lit trail gradually brightened as they walked, lanterns flickering to life along both sides.

From a distance, it looked like a river of stars shimring on earth.

Ramsey watched the scene unfold before him and let out a long, quiet sigh.

When would he ever find a love as sweet as the boss and his wife’s?

Just then, a sudden icy gust swept past.

Ramsey shivered involuntarily, snapping back to reality.

Ramsey glanced up the path and gave a wry smile. Seriously?

Not even allowed to daydream?

Another cold wind answered him.

"Damn, you’re ruthless!"

Ramsey muttered through gritted teeth.

"Fine, I’ll just get back to work like a good little employee!"

Ramsey spun on his heel, climbed into his car, and sped off without another glance.

anwhile, Sinclair had his arm wrapped securely around Camilla’s slender waist as they strolled down the path.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze dropping to her feet.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?"

Following his line of sight, Camilla imdiately understood—her delicate stilettos had caught his attention.

"It’s really not—"

Before she could finish, the tall, broad-shouldered man was already kneeling before her, his posture unwavering.

"Hop on, baby."

It was clear—he intended to carry her the rest of the way.

"Sinclair, really, it’s unnecessary," Camilla protested, eyeing the seemingly endless trail winding into the forest.

"The heels aren’t that high, and the slope isn’t steep.

I’ll be fine."

"Camilla," Sinclair’s voice was velvet-soft yet brooked no argunt, "if you refuse, we’ll be standing here till dawn."

His stance remained unyielding, leaving no room for debate.

"Be good."

She knew her husband well—once he set his mind on sothing, there was no changing it.

A helpless yet sweet smile curved Camilla’s lips.

"Alright."

Without further delay, she leaned forward and gently settled onto his broad back.

"Sorry to trouble you, darling."

"Not trouble—it’s my honor."

Sinclair’s lips quirked as he effortlessly straightened, carrying her with steady ease as they continued down the path.

Under the glow of the streetlights, their shadows rged into one.

Camilla wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his shoulder, utterly enveloped in warmth.

Sinclair kept his gaze on the winding path ahead, wishing it would stretch longer—endlessly longer.

A lifeti of walking just like this, with Camilla by his side.

She tilted her head and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Sweetheart, am I too heavy?"

She wasn’t really worried—just filling the quiet, giving him sothing else to focus on.

As for the answer...

Camilla’s smiling eyes narrowed playfully.

She was certain sweetheart would say she wasn’t heavy.

But this ti, she guessed wrong.

"Heavy."

The man’s deep, resonant voice carried a tone of absolute sincerity.

Heavy?!

Camilla, who had been resting softly against Sinclair’s back, froze instantly.

So much had happened recently that her appetite had suffered.

Sinclair had to coax her just to eat a little.

She should have lost weight—how could she be heavier?

No woman is indifferent about her weight, and Camilla was no exception.

"Honey... am I really heavy?"

Sinclair had ant to tease her, but hearing the concern in her voice, his heart softened instantly.

Sinclair adjusted his grip under her thighs, steadying her before continuing forward.

"I’m carrying my entire world on my back.

Of course it’s heavy."

The calm, low voice cut through the silence of the night with unusual clarity, carrying the weight of a solemn vow.

Camilla’s eyes trembled slightly.

A surge of overwhelming love spread from her heart to every fiber of her being, saturating her blood and soul.

It took her a long mont to find her voice again.

"Sweetheart, you’re my entire world too."

A slow, tender smile curved at the corners of Sinclair’s lips.

At that mont, all the sound seed to fade into nothingness.

In their world, there was only each other.

Deep in the forest stood a sprawling three-story courtyard, seamlessly blending into the surrounding landscape.

It was as if nature itself had painted this retreat—nestled among towering trees and mirrored in the tranquil lake nearby.

Encircled by breathtaking beauty, the estate was like a hidden gem, a pearl lost in the depths of the wilderness.

Just gazing at it was enough to soothe the soul.

But stepping inside was an entirely different experience—a world of understated elegance and serenity that effortlessly washed away all worries.

Camilla stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her earlier lancholy dissipating as she took in the picturesque view outside.

They say beautiful sights, fine food, and lovely company are the best redies for a heavy heart—and it was true.

Sinclair leaned against the dining table behind her, a wineglass in hand.

His dark, fathomless eyes lingered on Camilla, the corners of his lips lifting in a faint, knowing smile.

To him, no scenery could ever compare to the woman before him.

"Sweetheart," Camilla called out, glancing at the ti before turning to him.

"I noticed the kitchen is stocked with ingredients. Let make dinner for you."

Sinclair swirled his wineglass slowly, his smirk deepening with unspoken aning.

What he craved right now certainly wasn’t dinner.

Camilla understood the unspoken desire in the man’s gaze, her cheeks flushing slightly

. Yet, for once, she didn’t avert her eyes.

"Whatever you’re thinking," she said softly, "you still need to eat first."

Otherwise, she’d feel terrible.

At that, Sinclair didn’t refuse.

His dark eyes crinkled with amusent.

"Fine."

Camilla casually gathered her waist-length waves into a loose bun and headed into the kitchen, her movents graceful and serene.

There’s a saying that won beco especially tender when they feel truly loved.

That truth was evident in every gentle motion of Camilla’s.

Once in the kitchen, she noticed all the ingredients laid out were her favorites—clearly prepared at her sweetheart’s request.

With a husband like this, what more could she ask for?

A smile blood on her lips, reaching her eyes as she began cooking with practice ease.

Sinclair lingered outside the kitchen for a mont, watching, before obediently following his wife’s instructions and heading to the shower.

Their timing was impeccable.

"Sweetheart—"

Just as Camilla brought out the prepared al, Sinclair descended the stairs.

Calvin wore a black robe, its belt loosely tied.

His dark hair was still damp, water droplets tracing the sharp line of his jaw before disappearing into the faint shadows of his chest.

Yet, his strikingly handso face carried an air of restrained detachnt—like an untouchable deity that made one ache to drag him down into the depths of desire.

Camilla suddenly felt her throat go dry.

She lifted her teacup and took a few deliberate sips.

Sinclair observed his wife’s subtle reactions, the corner of his thin lips curling into an almost imperceptible smirk.

"I’ll take care of this.

You rest."

After the al, Sinclair carried the dishes to the kitchen without hesitation and began washing them himself.

Anyone who witnessed the scene would have been stunned.

"Alright, I’ll go take a shower then."

The bathroom’s floor-to-ceiling window was made of one-way glass, specially designed to allow those inside an unobstructed view of the outside world while remaining completely opaque from the exterior.

Camilla turned on the overhead showerhead, letting the warm, soothing water envelop her entirely.

"Oh no, I forgot to bring anything in."

It wasn’t until she finished washing and was about to get dressed that Camilla belatedly realized her mistake.

She hadn’t brought her bathrobe from outside the door or her undergarnts into the bathroom.

Sweetheart was still downstairs, so she had no choice but to step out herself to retrieve them.

Camilla cracked the door open and peeked out cautiously.

Only after confirming that all the curtains in the room were tightly drawn did she finally step out.

Just as she picked up her undergarnts, the door behind her swung open from the outside.

Sinclair walked into the room and was t with a sight that made his breath hitch.

"Done with your shower?"