My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: I’m Sleeping with Cecelia Archer Tonight

"What do you mean?"

Damien Vaughn was about to hash things out with Cecelia Archer when Mrs. Vaughn, having heard the commotion, came out of her room.

"Finished eating? If you’re done, come to bed. I’ll be sleeping with Cecelia tonight."

"This is my first time being a mother-in-law. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m quite excited. I have so much I want to talk to Cecelia about. Cecelia, you don’t mind, do you? You’re not going to refuse to sleep with me, are you?"

Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn were both caught off guard by her sudden proposal. They exchanged a look, and just as Damien was about to refuse on Cecelia’s behalf, Mrs. Vaughn, as if anticipating his move, added another sentence.

"Of course, if you do mind, then just pretend I never said anything."

After a statement like that, if Cecelia refused, she would basically be admitting she couldn’t stand her.

Although she was afraid of her and had no idea what the night would bring, Cecelia had no choice but to agree.

"Of course not. It’s an honor that you’re willing to sleep with me."

’I knew she wouldn’t dare refuse.’

Mrs. Vaughn nodded, looking smug and satisfied.

"Then it’s settled. Come on up."

Considering her behavior at dinner earlier, and now this, Damien Vaughn felt something was off. He was afraid his mother was plotting something to make things difficult for Cecelia, so he followed them a couple of steps up the stairs.

"Cecelia has had a long day; she’s tired. You’ve also had a long flight and must be exhausted. If you’re not in a hurry to leave, you can always save whatever you want to say for tomorrow."

Mrs. Vaughn shot him a displeased glance.

"This is between a mother and her daughter-in-law. Cecelia doesn’t have a problem with it, so you should stay out of it."

Damien Vaughn: "..."

Mrs. Vaughn feigned affection, pulling Cecelia by the arm. The three of them entered the room, and he was shut outside.

Candy wasn’t familiar with Mrs. Vaughn and could sense that the woman didn’t like her much, so she didn’t dare get close.

Once inside, she timidly hid behind Cecelia Archer.

Mrs. Vaughn bolted the door from the inside. Without so much as a glance at Candy, she instructed Cecelia Archer,

"There are some things that are inconvenient to say in front of a child. Go put her to bed first. I’ll wait for you on the sofa."

Cecelia grabbed her pajamas and had no choice but to take Candy to bathe first.

With the shower running, Candy lowered her voice and secretly asked Cecelia,

"Mommy, she seems so mean. She’s not going to give you a hard time while I’m asleep, is she? Don’t be afraid of her. Daddy is on your side. If she dares to bully you, just text Daddy and he’ll come save you!"

Cecelia’s heart warmed at her words, and she lovingly stroked her daughter’s head.

"She won’t. Grandma just got back, so she doesn’t know us well yet. It’ll be fine once she gets to know me. Don’t talk about Grandma behind her back anymore."

Though she comforted her daughter with these words, her own heart was pounding with uncertainty.

’She said she was tired and needed to rest before dinner was even over, so why is she still waiting for me now? What could be so important that we have to sleep in the same bed to talk about it?’

After bathing Candy and tucking her into bed, Cecelia didn’t dare waste a second and hurried to the living room.

On the sofa, Mrs. Vaughn was lying in an elegant pose, her eyes closed as if feigning sleep.

Cecelia thought she was asleep and tentatively called out, "Auntie?"

She slowly opened her eyes.

"Finished already? It took so long, I got tired of waiting. I hear you studied medicine and are particularly good at physical therapy. My legs are exhausted. Give them a massage for me."

Cecelia Archer: "??"

When Cecelia didn’t react, Mrs. Vaughn looked up at her.

"What? You’re not willing?"

She really didn’t want to.

Cecelia could clearly feel Mrs. Vaughn’s disrespect. But she was in the Vaughn Family’s home and had received a lot of help from Damien Vaughn and the old master. Out of respect for them, she couldn’t just say no directly.

"I’m just average, really. It’s just something I figured out on my own, so I’m not very good. I’m not sure if it’ll be to your liking."

"Whether it’s to my liking or not, we’ll know once you try. Hurry up."

Cecelia had no choice but to walk over to her side.

Sitting on the sofa to massage her legs was an awkward angle, and she couldn’t apply proper force. But if she didn’t sit on the sofa, there was nowhere else to sit.

After looking around, her only option was to sit on the coffee table next to the sofa.

As soon as she felt Cecelia sit down, Mrs. Vaughn didn’t hesitate to prop her legs onto Cecelia’s lap. "Begin."

Although Mrs. Vaughn was young and beautiful, and exuded a fragrant scent, making her seem clean even without a shower, she had, after all, been on a plane for over ten hours.

They had just met, yet here she was, demanding a leg massage from someone without even washing her feet. Cecelia felt a deep sense of humiliation.

’But maybe this is a good thing,’ Cecelia silently comforted herself after taking a deep breath and starting the massage.

’I didn’t want to stay with the Vaughn family anyway, but for some reason, Damien Vaughn wouldn’t agree to let me go. Now that his mother so openly despises me—and she’s probably said plenty of bad things about me behind my back—Damien won’t have any more excuses to keep me here.’

’Maybe I’ll be able to leave tomorrow. That would be great.’

Mrs. Vaughn had said she wanted to chat, but several minutes passed after Cecelia sat down, and she didn’t say a single word.

She was like a pampered Empress, lying there leisurely enjoying the service, while Cecelia was like her handmaiden.

Minutes turned into more minutes, and then more still. Cecelia’s arms were aching terribly, but Mrs. Vaughn showed no sign of telling her to stop.

’I’m so tired. And I hurt my hand preparing dinner for her tonight; it hurts a lot.’

After what felt like an eternity, Cecelia finally couldn’t take it anymore. She stopped and shook out her hands.

"It’s getting late, Auntie. You look tired, too. Shall we go to bed?"

She thought Mrs. Vaughn would agree, but to her surprise, the older woman merely lifted her eyelids, gave Cecelia a lazy glance, and continued to lie there languidly.

"It’s still early. My legs are so tired I can’t sleep. You’re actually pretty good at this. Thank you for your hard work, but keep going for a little longer."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

She massaged for another unknown stretch of time until her arms ached so much she could barely lift them and her heavy eyelids were struggling to stay open. Cecelia stopped once again.

"Auntie, I’m sleepy. Whatever you want to talk about, can we do it tomorrow? I’d like to go to sleep now."

Mrs. Vaughn pulled her legs back from Cecelia’s lap, slowly sat up, and shot her a look of displeasure.

"Damien goes on and on about how virtuous, capable, and not at all delicate you are. I thought you were supposed to be so capable, but this is it?"

"It’s not that I’m deliberately ordering you around. I’m just so exhausted today. Normally, I hate having other people touch me."

"Fine, fine. Since you’re so unwilling, go to bed. I won’t dare ask you to do anything for me ever again."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

’I worked myself to exhaustion massaging her for ages, and this is the conclusion she comes to?’

’It’s true that when someone doesn’t like you, even your breathing is wrong! She’s clearly just nitpicking for the sake of it!’

’It’s better if she never asks me for anything again. I’m not really her daughter-in-law anyway. Who needs her approval!’

Cecelia was dead tired and couldn’t be bothered to waste any more words on her. She got up and went straight back to the bedroom.

In reality, Mrs. Vaughn had no desire to share a room with Cecelia, let alone a bed. But to prevent her from having too much contact with Damien Vaughn—and thus avoid the unnecessary trouble of a pregnancy—she took a shower and still lay down beside Cecelia.

Overwhelming physical exhaustion caused Cecelia to fall into a deep sleep the moment she lay down.

She was sleeping soundly next to Candy when someone pushed her shoulder forcefully.

"Cecelia Archer, Cecelia Archer? Get up!" ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"You didn’t even take a shower, how can you sleep when you stink like that? Get up, now!"