Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 415: She didn’t come here for Calvin but for you

"Vicente,"

Camilla walked over and took a seat opposite Vicente.

She lifted her gaze to study the pair before her, her lips curling into a smile devoid of any warmth.

"And who might this be?"

Her voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable edge of interrogation.

Vicente knew Camilla had misunderstood. Frowning, he opened his mouth to explain.

"She’s—"

But he was abruptly cut off.

The striking woman’s eyes lit up at the sight of Camilla.

Suddenly rising from her seat, she slid in beside Camilla and extended a hand with exaggerated enthusiasm.

"Hey there, gorgeous.

I’m Helena."

Helena?

Camilla’s brows furrowed slightly at the woman’s slightly husky voice and distinctly masculine name.

A strange feeling prickled at the back of her mind.

Before she could react, Vicente’s deep, icy voice cut through the air once more.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Ms. Rodriguez’s husband makes me look like a saint.

You’d better keep those wandering hands to yourself—unless you’ve got a death wish."

The words hung in the air.

The beautiful woman froze for a split second before shooting Vicente a glare.

"Now that’s not fair—do I really seem like that kind of person to you?"

Vicente arched an eyebrow, neither confirming nor denying.

Taking advantage?

Camilla caught the implication in his words, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly before she decisively reached out.

But instead of shaking hands with the stunning woman before her, she placed her fingers directly on the woman’s wrist, checking her pulse.

The sudden move startled the beauty, who instinctively tried to pull back—only for Camilla to release her first.

"A man?"

Though phrased as a question, her tone left no room for doubt.

Helena’s face briefly flickered with discomfort, but he quickly regained his composure, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear with practiced grace.

"What, not convincing enough?"

Every gesture oozed charm and sensuality.

Camilla: " Had she not checked his pulse, she would never have guessed.

"Helena’s line of work is... unconventional. Disguises are often necessary," Vicente explained.

Vicente explained simply.

"Every time I see him, it’s like opening a mystery box—you never know what kind of shock you’re gonna get next."

Helena’s expression instantly darkened at the remark.

"Shock?

More like a pleasant surprise, don’t you think?"

His voice, no longer deliberately disguised, was noticeably deeper than before.

A job that required disguise?

Camilla’s mind flashed to undercover agents and spy thrillers, and understanding dawned in her eyes.

She chose not to press further on the topic.

"I know Mr. Vincent’s identity now, but Melissa still doesn’t," she said, glancing at Vicente pointedly.

"If she saw the way you two were acting just now, she’d definitely get the wrong idea."

"Melissa?"

Vicente’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"I thought she left already?"

Camilla frowned.

"You knew she was here?"

"Yeah, she came here with me."

Vicente thought of the relationship between Camilla and Melissa, his gaze darkening slightly as he briefly recounted what had happened earlier.

"I assumed she’d leave once she realized I wasn’t meeting Calvin."

Listening to his words, Camilla sighed inwardly.

When it came to matters of the heart, those involved were always blind, while outsiders saw everything clearly.

Helena, realizing that the "Melissa" they were talking about was the one who had finally cracked Vicente’s icy exterior, narrowed his eyes with amusement, thoroughly enjoying the drama.

"Vicente, as a woman, I can see it clearly," Camilla said earnestly, her tone measured.

"Melissa’s feelings for Calvin are more like admiration for a kind and handsome older brother. But with you, it’s different.

The fact that she dared to sneak away from Taylor to follow you here proves that."

She noticed the shift in Vicente’s expression and pressed on.

"She didn’t come here today for Calvin," Camilla didn’t want to see Vicente and Melissa misunderstand each other any longer, so she decided to cut straight to the chase.

"It was for you."

She relayed to Vicente what she had overheard from the waiter.

Melissa followed him here... because she was afraid he was really on a date with another woman?

The gloom that had weighed on Vicente’s heart vanished instantly, the shadows in his eyes dissipating entirely.

"Mr. Vincent, I wouldn’t celebrate just yet.

Regardless of the reason, Melissa did see you having dinner with another woman," Camilla curled her lips into a teasing smile, deliberately including herself in the jest.

"Before she could even figure out what was going on, she saw you and—"

Her gaze flickered briefly toward Helena before she continued, "—and Mr. Vincent here in this... compromising situation.

She must be even more upset now.

Given Melissa’s temperament, she’s probably hiding somewhere crying as we speak."

Helena smirked inwardly, the corner of his mouth twitching.

If he could rattle Vicente’s composure, then sitting here hadn’t been a complete waste of time.

"I’ll go find her," Vicente rose from his seat, poised to leave but paused, his gaze lingering on Camilla.

"Mrs. Luther, regarding your grandfather’s matter—since I’ve given my word, I’ll see it through to the end.

You have my assurance."

His voice deepened slightly.

"However, as you’re aware, I can’t guarantee how long it will take or how much we’ll uncover."

Camilla nodded, her crimson lips parting softly.

"Mr. Vincent, I’m already grateful for your efforts."

Without another word, Vicente turned and strode toward the exit.

Helena instinctively shrank back, making way for him while trying to minimize his presence.

*Don’t notice me, don’t notice me.*

But it was futile.

Vicente clamped a firm hand around Helena’s arm, yanking him to his feet and dragging him along.

"You’re coming with me to explain things to Melissa."

His voice was low, simmering with unmistakable anger.

Helena desperately wanted to bolt, but the iron grip on his arm left no room for escape.

To onlookers, the sight of the towering, broad-shouldered man forcibly hauling away the slender, striking "woman" painted quite the spectacle.

Especially the waiter from earlier, whose gaze at Vincent was dripping with undisguised contempt.

What a scumbag!

But Camilla didn’t leave immediately.

Instead, she called over the restaurant manager.

She spoke to him in a low voice.

The manager glanced toward the entrance and nodded repeatedly.

Only after settling the matter did Camilla pick up her bag and walk out.

Once she was gone, the manager immediately summoned the waiter who had escorted Melissa earlier and had been interrogated by Camilla.

The waiter was on edge, expecting the worst.

To her surprise, the manager didn’t fire her—instead, he promoted her to floor manager. Only then did she realize.

The apology the young lady had mentioned earlier was genuine.

Stunned, she stood there, mouth agape. ——

Outside the restaurant. The moment Camilla stepped out, she spotted the Rolls-Royce Cullinan waiting by the curb—she had no idea how long it had been there.

Through the half-open rear window, a man in a sleek black suit reclined against the seat, eyes closed in a light doze.

His chiseled profile exuded an air of aristocratic elegance and quiet intensity.

Camilla’s restless heart inexplicably calmed.

Sinclair seemed to sense something.

His piercing eyes slowly opened and turned toward her.

When his gaze settled on her face, those deep, inscrutable eyes narrowed slightly, and the sharp edges of his brows softened.

Camilla’s eyes curved into crescents.

Without waiting for him to step out of the car, she quickened her pace and climbed in.

Sinclair pulled her into his arms, his usually cold and detached voice now laced with rare tenderness.

"What did Vicente say?"