Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 306: Is he your boyfriend?

"Tiffany, you—"

Antonio was about to ask something when a waiter approached, carrying a decanted bottle of red wine with a warm yet professional smile.

"Your wine, sir and madam."

Antonio glanced at the bottle, his brow furrowing slightly as he replied gently,

"We didn’t order this.

Could there be a mistake?"

"No mistake at all," the waiter said with a slight bow, his smile unwavering.

"This is a complimentary gift from our restaurant.

We hope you’ll enjoy it."

After setting down the wine and the accompanying glasses, the waiter retreated discreetly.

Antonio’s gaze shifted from the wine to Tiffany.

"Is this restaurant owned by someone you know?"

"Probably not,"

Tiffany shook her head.

"I’ve never heard of it."

If it were from Camilla’s company, she would definitely know.

As for Calvin, he hadn’t mentioned anything when he dropped her off, so it likely wasn’t his doing either.

Beyond that, she didn’t have many close friends.

"Maybe it’s some kind of restaurant promotion, and we just got lucky."

The wine was worth well over five figures.

Antonio didn’t believe any promotion would be so extravagant—offering something several times more expensive than the meal itself.

Antonio remained silent, an uneasy feeling creeping over him, as though unseen eyes were watching.

His initial plan to probe Tiffany for information suddenly felt risky, and he held back from speaking carelessly.

The thought that crossed his mind was the Luther Family.

It wasn’t just the wine.

Soon, the restaurant also brought out a fruit platter and desserts.

This time, even Tiffany sensed something was off.

These were all treats girls loved—almost as if they had been specially arranged for her.

Antonio became even more convinced of his own thoughts and didn’t bring up the topic of Camilla again.

When it came time to settle the bill, the restaurant informed them that someone had already paid in advance.

No matter how much they pressed, the staff refused to reveal who it was.

And so, the meal ended on an ambiguous note.

As they stepped outside, Antonio turned to Tiffany with a gentlemanly smile.

"I have a driver—let me give you a ride home."

"No need," Tiffany replied with a light shake of her head.

"A friend is having dinner nearby and can take me back."

Earlier, Calvin had already texted her, saying he was done with his own plans and was waiting for her.

So when she was ready to leave, she had sent him a message.

By now, he was probably already on his way.

"A friend?"

A shadow flickered deep in Antonio’s eyes, though his expression remained warm. Antonio chuckled playfully.

"Boyfriend, I presume?"

"No,"

Tiffany shook her head.

"Just a friend, really."

Antonio remained silent, but inwardly, he was already sizing up the kind of man who might be orbiting Tiffany’s world.

This would make his next move all the easier.

Just then, a sleek and ostentatious Pagani pulled up in front of them.

The door swung open, and a tall, striking figure stepped out.

Dressed in an immaculately tailored apricot-colored suit, the man cut an imposing silhouette—his broad shoulders and lean frame accentuated by the refined cut of the fabric.

The shade, which might have looked frivolous on anyone else, only heightened his air of effortless elegance.

His face was almost unnervingly handsome, as if plucked straight from the pages of a manga.

His almond-shaped eyes, faintly upturned at the corners, held a cool amusement as they settled on Tiffany.

"Fanny, it’s time to go," he said, his voice smooth and unhurried.

Antonio’s gaze darkened as he took in the man before him.

Calvin recognized him instantly.

During his investigation into Sinclair, he’d come across plenty of intel on this man. Calvin.

The heir to the Calvin family. What the hell was Tiffany doing with *him*?

"Alright."

Tiffany averted her gaze from Calvin and turned to Antonio with a gentle smile.

"Thank you for having me.

I should get going now."

After a brief pause, she added softly, "Antonio, I hope you find true happiness soon."

Her words were clearly meant to dissuade him from clinging to futile hopes and lingering regrets.

True happiness?

Antonio understood perfectly.

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, but his warm, dark eyes remained inscrutable, shadowed with unspoken depths.

"I will."

His gaze shifted to Calvin, giving him a slight nod.

Calvin watched him with an amused glint in his eyes but offered no response.

In all of San Francisco, few were worthy of his acknowledgment—and this man certainly wasn’t one of them.

Tiffany stepped into the car.

The silver Pagani sped away swiftly. Tiffany: "..." So much for being rusty.

Had he been deliberately making her late earlier?

"Wasn’t on purpose," Calvin said, as if reading her thoughts.

His long, peach-blossom eyes flicked toward her.

"Just took a couple laps to get the feel back."

Tiffany startled, instinctively pressing her fair, delicate fingers to her lips.

Had she just spoken her thoughts out loud?

Right then, Calvin’s voice came again.

"You didn’t say it. I guessed."

This time, Tiffany was even more stunned.

Her clear, beautiful eyes gazed cautiously at the man beside her.

"Calvin... can you read minds?"

"Read minds?"

Calvin leaned back in the driver’s seat, a lazy chuckle rumbling deep in his throat with magnetic resonance.

"Dealing with you?

Hardly requires any effort."

Her thoughts might as well have been written across her face.

Tiffany remained skeptical, silently testing him by mentally cursing Calvin a few times.

Only when he showed no reaction did she finally relax.

So it really was just a guess.

The smirk on Calvin’s lips never faded from start to finish.

The car continued moving forward.

"By the way,"

Tiffany suddenly remembered the incident at the restaurant and couldn’t resist asking, "Was that restaurant just now one of your businesses?"

"Nope," Calvin replied, already knowing where she was headed. "It belongs to the Taylor family." And that, indeed, was the truth.

"Was Mr. Taylor also at the restaurant earlier?" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Tiffany thought of Taylor’s gentle and courteous demeanor and nodded, recounting everything that had happened inside the restaurant to Calvin.

"Mr. Taylor is such a kind person.

I should thank him properly next time I see him."

"No need," Calvin replied, the smile at the corners of his lips deepening.

"Taylor’s not great with strangers.

I’ll pass along your thanks for you."

"Oh, I see,"

Tiffany said, not knowing Taylor well enough to argue.

She nodded in agreement.

"Then I’ll leave it to you."

Taylor, the so-called "stranger-shy" man: "..." "I need to go home and grab a few things,"

Tiffany suddenly spoke up, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"You can just drop me off at the next intersection."

"Let me take you all the way," Calvin said softly, glancing at the residential area not far away.

"Just feeling a bit thirsty, I thought I’d come up for a drink."

Calvin wanted to see the place where she used to live.

When you’re curious about someone, you become curious about everything concerning them.

That was exactly how Calvin felt right now.

But to Tiffany, his words carried a different implication.

She hurriedly explained, "It’s not that I’m stingy with the tea—I just thought you might be busy."

"I know," Calvin replied, his lips curving into a faint smile as his slightly upturned eyes fixed on Camilla.

"Just happens I’m free at the moment."

Free?

Meanwhile, back at the company, Jey—who was currently handling a mid-level management meeting—could only sigh inwardly: *As long as you’re happy, Boss Calvin, don’t worry about my survival.

* Calvin and Tiffany stepped into the elevator together.

The man’s refined, aristocratic demeanor seemed oddly out of place against the worn-out interior of the elevator.

Yet, not a trace of discomfort showed on his face.

*Ding—* Just as the elevator doors were about to close, someone pressed the button to reopen them.

Four or five people walked in, chatting and laughing.

The already cramped elevator became even more crowded. Calvin frowned slightly.

Calvin took two steps forward, positioning himself in front of Tiffany, shielding her between his arms and the corner of the elevator.

The man’s distinctive scent enveloped Tiffany, inexplicably reminding her of that night.

A faint blush crept across her fair cheeks.

Their close figures were reflected in the elevator’s mirrored walls.

A silent, palpable tension lingered in the air.

Soon, the elevator stopped at Tiffany’s floor. Calvin escorted her out protectively.

"This is it. Just a moment," Tiffany said, lowering her head to key in the door code.

At that very instant, the door across from hers suddenly swung open from inside.

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