Rebirth Swapped Bride; Married to the Ruthless Cursed Billionaire-Chapter 437: Fifteen minutes.

"Taylor,"

Voilet gazed at the man’s detached expression, her heart feeling as though it were clenched by an invisible fist.

The words caught in her throat, turning bitter and heavy.

"I really didn’t mean to."

Taylor’s lips curved slightly in a faint, humorless smile, but he remained silent.

His handsome, mature face betrayed no emotion—calm and unreadable, like an audience member watching a play unfold with detached amusement.

Taylor didn’t believe her.

Nothing she said would convince him now.

A wave of bitterness rose in Voilet’s chest, so overwhelming that it nearly choked her.

The late autumn night grew colder in that moment, the chill seeping into her bones.

While the two spoke, Logan and his companions, still sprawled on the ground, exchanged furtive glances.

Slowly, they began inching backward, desperate to slip away unnoticed.

They had never imagined that their random target would actually have ties to Taylor.

If they didn’t leave now, who knew what punishment awaited them?

The fate of Logan and the others—hurled aside like ragdolls—was warning enough.

Calvin observed their movements through the car window, the cigarette dangling from his thin lips curling into a mocking, icy smirk.

Calvin glanced at his wristwatch, narrowed his eyes slightly, and remained motionless, exuding an air of complete indifference.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Nora noticed Logan and his gang’s actions, her anger flaring up instantly as she abruptly rose from the roadside.

"Trying to run?

Weren’t you all so full of yourselves just now?"

Speaking tugged at her bruised cheek, sending another sharp stab of pain through her face.

She winced, her brows knitting together tightly.

The fury inside her swelled uncontrollably.

If Taylor hadn’t arrived in time, who knows what might have happened to Voilet and her if these men had taken them away.

Their lives were already hard enough—why did these bastards have to target them?!

With Taylor present, Nora felt no hesitation.

She yanked off her eight-centimeter stilettos, grabbed Logan by his collar, and swung at him with all her might.

"You think you can bully me and Voilet?

You think you can just take whatever you want?!"

Normally, she’d have to swallow her pride and endure, but now that she had backup, she was going to let it all out.

The commotion drew the attention of Taylor and Voilet.

"Ahh—!!"

Logan howled in pain, desperately raising his arms to shield himself.

"You crazy bitch, are you out of your damn mind?

I—" Before he could finish, Nora’s fist silenced him.

Calvin took another drag of his cigarette, the corners of his thin lips curling into an amused smirk.

Seems like any woman, when pushed to the edge, could turn into a force to be reckoned with.

While Logan was getting pummeled, the other three men saw their chance. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Thinking no one was paying attention, they scrambled to their feet and bolted.

But they barely made it a few steps before several black SUVs screeched to a halt, blocking their escape.

Kai stepped out, flanked by a dozen stone-faced bodyguards.

Without a word, they seized the men, shoved them into the vehicles, and hauled away the others who lay motionless on the pavement.

The street was restored to its usual quiet in minutes.

Seeing this, Logan wailed at Kai.

"Take me too!

Get me out of here, please!"

This woman had completely lost it. If this kept up, she’d beat him to death.

Kai: "..." Well, that was a first Nora had also grown tired from the exertion, finally stopping her movements.

After slipping her high heels back on, she gave Kai a polite nod and said with composed courtesy, "Apologies for taking up your time. You may take him away now."

Kai nodded in acknowledgment and gestured with a wave. Immediately, his subordinates stepped forward to escort Logan away.

Kai then approached Taylor, casting a brief glance at Voilet before speaking in a measured tone, "President Taylor."

"Hmm."

Taylor’s voice was deep, betraying no discernible emotion.

"Take him back to the estate.

I’ll deal with him when I return."

"Understood."

After acknowledging the order, Kai walked over to exchange a quick greeting with Calvin, who remained seated in the car.

Leaving behind two drivers and two vehicles, he efficiently led the rest of the team away.

The street, once clamorous with chaos, fell into abrupt silence—much like the icy aura surrounding the man.

"It’s getting late.

I’ll arrange for someone to take you home."

Taylor delivered the words impassively and was about to stride toward Calvin when—

"Taylor, wait—" Voilet grew anxious and impulsively grabbed the man’s arm.

"I... I need to talk to you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

If she missed this chance, she might never see him again.

Taylor turned his head slightly, his gaze dropping to the slender, pale fingers clutching his sleeve.

His brow furrowed slightly.

Voilet had been watching him closely and immediately noticed his reaction.

She jerked her hand back as if burned.

"...Sorry, I—I got carried away."

Nora, standing nearby, frowned deeply at the sight of her friend acting so timidly, as if she were shrinking into the shadows.

She took half a step forward, ready to intervene, but hesitated, remembering what Voilet had confided in her earlier.

"Fifteen minutes," Taylor said, glancing at his wristwatch.

His voice was calm and measured.

"I’ll give Miss Violet fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes.

This might be the last fifteen minutes she would ever have alone with him.

Voilet pressed her lips together, suppressing the storm of emotions inside her, and nodded.

"Okay."

Inside the car, Taylor’s tall, lean figure reclined slightly against the driver’s seat.

Voilet sat in the passenger seat, her dark, clear eyes lowered.

*If only we could stay like this forever...*

The dim light enveloped them both, the silence between them thick enough to suffocate.

"You don’t mind if I smoke?"

Taylor’s fingers—slender and well-defined—held a cigarette as his dark, calm eyes flicked toward Voilet.

"Not at all," she replied, her voice soft and cool, the faintest trace of self-mockery curling at the corner of her lips.

After all, she no longer had the right to mind anything, did she?

*Click.*

Taylor rolled the window down just a crack, placed the cigarette between his lips, and flicked open his lighter.

The flickering blue-white flame casts shifting shadows across his handsome face, making his expression impossible to read.

Taylor took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of pale gray smoke through his nose and mouth, watching as it curled out through the gap in the window and dissipated into the night.

"Go ahead, say what you want to say."

The gentle voice carried a husky undertone, whether from nicotine or something else.

Voilet clenched her fists on her lap.

She wanted to tell him that back then, she had no choice.

That she never betrayed him.

That she still loved him.

The words, long buried in her heart, tangled and surged, threatening to spill out.

But she knew—those confessions only mattered if they stayed within the bounds of decency.

"That girl at the estate last time... is she your girlfriend?"

Voilet stared at Taylor, her gaze pleading for denial.

"Miss Violet, let me remind you," Taylor said, knowing she meant Camilla, who had come that day for his routine checkup.

Taylor exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his detached eyes meeting hers, the faint curve of his lips edged with cool indifference.

"I gave you fifteen minutes to say what *you* needed to say.

That doesn’t mean you get to ask questions about things that don’t concern you."

His voice was low and measured, deceptively calm—but beneath it, an unmistakable chill. She understood.

Taylor was making it clear: His life was none of her business.

She didn’t even have the right to ask.

Voilet clutched the hem of her dress so tightly that her fingertips turned pale from the strain.

Her lowered lashes trembled uncontrollably.

"...Understood. I won’t ask again."

Her voice was soft and hoarse, barely above a whisper.

A gust of wind swept through the open window, carrying a bone-chilling cold.

Suddenly, Voilet felt an unprecedented wave of icy dread, her body shivering slightly.

Taylor plucked the half-smoked cigarette from his lips, crushed it in the ashtray beside him, then rolled up the car window.

"Ten minutes left," he said lazily, narrowing his eyes.

"If you’ve got nothing to say, let’s not waste each other’s time."

Voilet bit her lip hard, as if mustering every ounce of courage she had.

"Can you... help me find a matching bone marrow donor?"

Nora had once saved her life and stood by her through the darkest times.

Now, she had to do everything in her power to save Ace.

*A bone marrow donor.*

Leaning back in his seat, Taylor stared ahead, his dark eyes unreadable.

Taylor knew exactly why Voilet had asked for this meeting—it was all for that child.

"I thought you wanted these fifteen minutes to explain what happened back then."