My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 128: Chapter 128: Mr. Vaughn, Did You Grab the Wrong Person?

Cecelia Archer sat on the bed in a daze for a few moments before Gwen Morgan finished her shower and came running out, full of excitement.

Looking at her delicate, snow-white shoulders and arms, Cecelia had to admit she was truly beautiful. Not overly delicate, nor vulgar. ’Damien Vaughn really picked the right person this time.’

Even Cecelia, a woman herself, found her physical appearance incredibly appealing.

Gwen Morgan handed her a powder compact, and Cecelia carefully helped her cover up the two marks again and again.

"Your skin is so fair. This only covers about fifty or sixty percent of it. You can still see them if you look closely. If you’re really bothered by it, you should cover it with something else."

"Then I’ll just have to change my outfit. Luckily, I brought several today. Cecelia, help me pick one out."

With that, she pulled her suitcase over again, opened it, and laid out outfit after outfit on the bed.

"How about this one?"

Cecelia gave her sincere advice.

"It’s very pretty. But it won’t cover your neck."

"What about this one?"

"That one’s nice too, but it still won’t cover your neck."

"This one has to work, right?"

She had chosen a short-sleeved, high-necked knit sweater, paired with high-waisted skinny jeans and nude high-heeled sandals.

Not only did it cover the marks, but it also accentuated her tall, sexy figure—a complete contrast to the capable, professional woman from the morning. Cecelia said it looked great. freēwebnovel.com

"We have the same taste. I think this one is the best too."

After deciding on the outfit, Gwen Morgan suddenly leaned in, her eyes so close to Cecelia’s they were almost touching, and looked at her earnestly.

"Cecelia, you know, I really think if we had met sooner, we definitely could have been friends."

Gwen Morgan spent over an hour in the room—showering, changing, and doing her makeup—before finally dragging Cecelia out for dinner.

It was already close to seven in the evening. Wyatt Wynn had sent a message to their group chat earlier, saying he had a surprise for them.

When they got to the lobby, they saw it was indeed a surprise.

He had brought over a dozen beautiful girls and even hired a band.

The girls were all dressed up, each prettier than the last, in revealing outfits. The resort, knowing it was his birthday, had also decorated the place with colorful lights and balloons and had arranged for a cake. The atmosphere was a thousand times more electric than it had been during the day.

"So? What do you think?"

Seeing them all emerge, Wyatt Wynn gestured grandly at the scene.

"I wasn’t originally going to call them, but you guys are just too boring. I’m about to turn thirty, and my birthdays in the twenties are running out. Can’t let one go to waste. So tonight, let’s party!"

"I’ve prepared two themes: a music party on the lawn, or a hot KTV party. Which do you like? Pick one, quick!"

Brandon Jacobs was the same type of person as Wyatt Wynn—he loved a lively, high-energy scene. He was the first to jump out and give him a high-five.

"This is why we’re friends, Wynn! We think so much alike. You gotta live it up when you’re on top and not let the good times go to waste! If we don’t party while we’re young, when will we? The moonlight is perfect tonight, and we’ve got all this beautiful company. Let’s do it—music party on the lawn!!"

Just hearing those words was enough for Cecelia to imagine how wild and noisy the scene would become. Her head was already starting to hurt.

’If I had known it would be this much of a hassle, I wouldn’t have come with Damien Vaughn for anything in the world.’

Similarly, the look on Damien Vaughn’s face wasn’t much better.

He hated the sound of women chattering, and Wyatt Wynn had brought over so many of them at once.

"You guys have fun. I have something to take care of. I’m leaving."

Wyatt Wynn slid in front of him.

"Knew you’d say that! Come on, Vaughn, you’re no fun. You’re a man, a young and rich one at that. You don’t know how to enjoy life at all. What’s the point of making all that money every day?"

"I only have one birthday a year, and you only have to party with me once. Can’t you just relax and enjoy yourself? Don’t say another word. For the sake of your own mental and physical health, you have to stay and unwind tonight! If you dare to leave, our friendship is over tomorrow!"

"Exactly," Brandon Jacobs chimed in, trying to persuade him.

"Don’t be so boring. Besides, you’ve got a girl with you. Even if you don’t want to have fun, don’t you think she does?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

Damien Vaughn turned his head to glance at Cecelia.

It looked like she’d had a good nap. Her big eyes were bright and clear, her cheeks were rosy, and she was currently staring at a balloon in one of the girls’ hands, her eyes following it around.

’Fine. For her sake, I’ll stay.’

"Let’s get this straight. You guys can party, but I’m not participating."

"Fine, fine. As long as you don’t leave, I’ll forgive you for just being a spectator. Let’s go, let’s go."

In the blink of an eye, the group was back on the lawn.

But it was much livelier than during the day. With festive colored lights, drinks scattered everywhere, multicolored balloons, scantily-clad and hot girls, and a dynamic rock band, it felt like a small concert.

Cecelia had eaten well and slept well that afternoon, so she wasn’t hungry or tired. A large crowd was perfect for blending in. Once they reached the party spot and no one was paying attention to her, she found a corner to sit in, took out her phone, and started looking up professional textbooks online.

’They won’t let me leave, but they can’t stop me from using my phone, right?’

Damien Vaughn was dragged into a crowd of women by Brandon Jacobs, Wyatt Wynn, and Zeke Walton.

One girl came over to call him "big brother," then another. One tried to feed him a drink, then another.

He had originally planned to stay, but after a few minutes of this, he was thoroughly annoyed and decided to leave.

He scanned the area and finally spotted Cecelia in a corner.

’It’s this noisy, and she’s actually reading a book on her phone?’

Seizing the moment when everyone was busy getting Wyatt Wynn drunk, he quickly walked over to Cecelia and grabbed her wrist.

"Didn’t you want to leave? Let’s go now."

The two of them quickly ran back to the lobby.

They were just attending a birthday party, but it had turned into something like an escape.

The moment they entered the lobby, Cecelia pulled her hand free.

’He just got intimate with Gwen Morgan this afternoon. He should be all lovey-dovey with her right now, so why is he dragging me around?’

"Mr. Vaughn, Miss Morgan is over there."

Damien Vaughn frowned and glanced outside.

"She’s in no hurry to leave, so why do you care? Where’s your bag? Are you leaving or not?"

Of course she was leaving.

’Even though I really don’t want to leave with him, especially not at a time like this... but leaving is the only way I can go home to pick up my daughter.’

"I’ll go get it. Wait for me."

When she returned with her bag, Damien Vaughn was turning off his phone.

He shoved the car keys into her hand, and then grabbed her wrist again.

"That damn Wyatt Wynn never gives up. He’s going to come looking for me. Hurry up."

With that, he held onto Cecelia’s hand and, like a thief making a getaway, ran toward the parking lot.

Normally, Cecelia wouldn’t dare to drive his Bentley, but today was a special situation.

’This might be the first and last time in my life I’ll ever touch a Bentley.’

The car smoothly left the resort, and Cecelia let out a sigh of relief.

Damien Vaughn leaned back in the passenger seat, watching her grip the steering wheel timidly, like a student afraid of writing a character wrong. He found it inexplicably cute and couldn’t help but stare at her.

Cecelia could feel his gaze constantly on her and could clearly smell the alcohol on him. Guessing he was probably not in his right mind, she shrugged her shoulders awkwardly.

"Can you move my bag to the back seat? It’s digging into me and it’s uncomfortable."

She had been in such a hurry getting into the car that she had tossed her bag onto the seat and was now sitting on it.