My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: What a Pair of Beautiful Legs

Annabelle Young and Simone Vaughn scurried away from the crowd in disgrace. The banquet hall manager and the waitstaff also tactfully withdrew.

When Cecelia Archer came out after washing her hands, Zeke Walton finally saw the state her dress was in.

"What happened to your dress? The banquet hasn’t even started, and it’s already this dirty?"

"Your fiancée did me the favor of throwing a glass of juice on me."

Cecelia Archer glanced down at her stained dress.

"But it doesn’t matter. This dress never really suited me, so it’s fine that it’s stained. I’m not going to the gala anymore. It works out, since Mr. Grant isn’t feeling well. I’ll just leave with him now."

’She wants to leave with Shane Grant? Is it like I’m not even here?’ freewebnovel.cσ๓

Shane Grant had already put his shoes and socks back on, looking refined and presentable once more. Damien Vaughn shot him a cold glance.

"Cecelia Archer, have you forgotten who you came with tonight?"

"Zeke, don’t you have a spare dress?"

He didn’t.

But how could a little thing like this possibly stump Zeke Walton?

He took out a pair of scissors. "I just need to alter it a bit. It’s not worth skipping the whole gala over. Here, let me handle this."

With that, he walked over to Cecelia Archer and knelt down. Starting from the juice-splashed area, he took the scissors to the fabric. SNIP, SNIP, RIIIP! The entire lower half of the dress was sheared off, transforming the floor-length gown into a short cocktail dress that ended above her knees.

Cecelia Archer’s long, fair, and perfectly straight legs were instantly revealed.

Zeke Walton admired her legs again and again, completely satisfied.

"This dress should never have been so long in the first place. It was a crime to hide those amazing legs. Now, it’s perfect."

He stood up and gave Damien Vaughn a smug raise of his eyebrows.

"What do you think, Vaughn? Doesn’t she look even more perfect now?"

’She did look beautiful, and her amazing figure was on full display.’

’What a shame that eyesore, Shane Grant, got to see it too.’

"What is this garbage you designed? I’m not hiring you again."

He offered his arm to Cecelia Archer. "Let’s go. Out with me."

With the dress now so much shorter, and feeling exposed from both her low neckline and high hemline, Cecelia Archer felt incredibly insecure.

Besides, she didn’t know a single person out there and genuinely didn’t want to attend.

"Can we please not go? I can’t hold my liquor, and I don’t know anyone. Besides, Mr. Grant..."

’She just can’t get over Shane Grant, can she? How many times has she glanced at him in the last few minutes? She won’t stop talking about him!’

Remembering the sight of the two of them together earlier, Damien Vaughn’s temper flared.

"So what is it you want? To stay here and catch up with Mr. Grant? Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened the door just now? Was I interrupting something?"

Cecelia Archer: "..."

Shane Grant understood now—Cecelia Archer had come with Damien Vaughn tonight.

He had never been able to figure out the exact nature of the relationship between Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn.

First, Damien Vaughn had doted on Candy, and now he was speaking to Cecelia Archer with such an intensely possessive tone...

Hadn’t Cecelia Archer said that the child’s father had been found and that she was going to reconcile with him? Could it be that Candy’s father was Damien Vaughn?

He slowly rose from the sofa. "Cecelia Archer, aren’t you going to explain? You said the child’s father had returned and told me to stay away from you. So, the child’s father is President Vaughn all along?"

"..."

Caught off guard by the question under these circumstances, Cecelia Archer’s eyes darted away, unwilling to answer.

"Why does everyone have so many questions? Let’s just go. I’ll go out with you."

She stepped forward and took Damien Vaughn’s arm.

Zeke Walton had noticed Shane Grant on the sofa the moment he walked in. Though the man looked pale, his features were absolutely exquisite.

He was dressed in a black suit, and though slender, it was clear his proportions were excellent.

But most importantly, Zeke was captivated by his entire aura.

’Cool, aristocratic, and yet composed—he’s the perfect image of my ideal boyfriend!’

He had always thought he liked Damien Vaughn, but seeing Shane Grant today made him realize how shallow he had been.

’There are plenty of other great men out there, plenty of men who are right for me! Why couldn’t I have met him sooner?’

Zeke Walton felt a blush creep up his neck, and his heart began to race.

With only him and Shane Grant left in the room, he took two steps forward and took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Hi, I’m Zeke Walton. Mind if I get your name?"

Zeke Walton was also young and tall, with sharp, striking features. Though his looks were somewhat androgynous, giving him the air of a pretty boy, he had a clean, fresh-faced appearance. His whole demeanor was youthful and sunny, making him instantly likable.

Shane Grant’s slightly cool hand took his warm one.

"Shane Grant."

"Young Mr. Walton... As in, Clarity Cosmetics?"

Zeke Walton was pleasantly surprised that he knew his family’s company.

"That’s the one. Do you know my father, Mr. Grant?"

In recent years, as women’s interest in beauty and self-care has grown, makeup has become ubiquitous. As a result, the cosmetics market has expanded significantly.

As a long-established brand in the personal care industry, Clarity Cosmetics naturally seized the opportunity to reap massive profits. It acquired several similar companies, expanded its business lines, and built numerous new factories.

As a real estate professional, Shane Grant had naturally had dealings with President Walton.

"I do. President Walton is a capable man with excellent strategic vision. I didn’t realize he had such a wonderful family as well. And his son is quite a distinguished young man. It’s truly enviable."

Hearing Shane praise his father and, by extension, himself, Zeke Walton was absolutely delighted.

"I must admit, I only returned from studying abroad last year, so I’m not very familiar with the business circles in Veridia yet. Mr. Grant, if you wouldn’t mind, could we exchange numbers? Perhaps we’ll have an opportunity to work together in the future."

The entire reason Shane Grant had endured his leg pain to come tonight was to network, so of course he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

The two exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat. Zeke Walton then walked out with him.

"I really only know Damien Vaughn here, and now that he has a date, he’s in no mood to bother with me. If you don’t mind, Mr. Grant, shall we grab a drink together?"

They each grabbed a glass of champagne and clinked them together. The more Zeke Walton looked at the man beside him, the more he liked what he saw.

However, Shane’s gaze kept drifting toward Cecelia Archer, who was standing beside Damien Vaughn.

His expression was distant and restrained, as if he had a million things he wanted to say to her.

Zeke Walton couldn’t resist asking, "Mr. Grant, forgive me for being nosy, but you and my sister-in-law... oh, I mean, Cecelia Archer..."

"Your sister-in-law?" Shane Grant’s gaze darkened. "When did Cecelia Archer become your sister-in-law?"

"Just a few days ago. Damien Vaughn suddenly announced that he has a daughter who’s over three years old and a long-term girlfriend. He even brought them home to meet the Vaughn Family..."

’So Candy is really Damien Vaughn’s daughter?’ Shane Grant’s expression grew even darker.

’Impossible!’

’If it’s true, why didn’t he claim Candy sooner? Why did he let Cecelia Archer suffer through so much raising her all alone?’

’If it’s true, why was he so cold and indifferent to Cecelia Archer just a short while ago?’

Damien Vaughn was chatting with a business tycoon, and seeing the lost, out-of-place look in Cecelia Archer’s eyes as she stood beside him holding a wine glass, Shane Grant was utterly convinced the two of them had no romantic history.

’A man and a woman who truly shared a past and even had a child together could never be this distant with one another.’

’But if that wasn’t it, then why...?’