My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Don’t Think You Can Force Me With Such a Childish Trick

The next morning, Damien Vaughn was woken by a series of knocks on his door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...

"Sir, are you awake? Breakfast is getting cold. It’s not good for you to eat this late. Why don’t you eat first and then go back to sleep? If you really don’t want to get up, I can bring it up for you. Sir, can you hear me?"

Damien was a man of regular habits and never slept in. He was surprised to be waking up so late today.

Hearing Ms. King’s voice, he was instantly awake. He raised a hand to rub his forehead and started to sit up, but when he moved, he found his other arm was pinned down. freewёbnoνel.com

He instinctively looked down and saw a woman’s face resting on his shoulder.

’It’s not Cecelia... It’s Gwen Morgan?’

Before Damien could figure out what was going on, Mrs. Vaughn pushed the door open and walked right in.

"He’s sleeping soundly. Knocking like that won’t wake him. I’ll go in and get him."

"Damien, son, why are you so sleepy today? No matter what, you have to eat breakfast..."

Mrs. Vaughn walked to the foot of the bed, and when she saw the two people in it, her eyes widened.

"Gwen? Why didn’t you go home last night? No wonder Damien... You two are..."

Gwen Morgan pretended to rub the sleep from her eyes, looking first at Mrs. Vaughn, then up at Damien Vaughn.

Meeting his sharp gaze, she immediately blushed.

"Auntie, why did you come in so suddenly? This is so embarrassing. I wasn’t planning on staying the night, but Damien insisted I couldn’t leave, and well..."

Mrs. Vaughn feigned embarrassment as well. "If I’d known you were in here, I never would have come in. I’m so sorry. Don’t be shy. What’s done is done. You’re both unmarried, so an old auntie like me can understand. I won’t disturb you two any longer. If you want to keep sleeping, go ahead. If not, I’ll have breakfast sent up."

As she said this, she turned to leave. Damien Vaughn pushed Gwen Morgan away, sat up, and called out to his mother in an icy voice.

"Don’t go yet, Mom. I fell asleep last night, I wasn’t drunk. I haven’t forgotten what happened. Do you really find it amusing to use such a childish trick on me?"

"What?"

Mrs. Vaughn turned back in disbelief.

"I used a childish trick on you? What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You know what I mean."

Damien Vaughn stared at her, his expression blank.

"I have never had those kinds of feelings for Gwen Morgan. I’ve seen her as a friend since we were kids. If anything was going to happen between us, it would have happened long ago. I wouldn’t need you to wait until today, and I certainly wouldn’t need your constant reminders. So from now on, stop trying to force us together, and stop using these pathetic tricks."

"I may not be married yet, but I already have Cecelia and Candy. What you’re doing is not only disrespectful to Cecelia and Candy, but it’s also disrespectful to Gwen Morgan and me."

Mrs. Vaughn: "..."

She thought that by pushing him and Gwen Morgan together like this, he would wake up feeling at least a little guilty toward Gwen. She never expected this reaction!

Mrs. Vaughn felt utterly humiliated, and also terrible for Gwen Morgan.

"Damien, do you have any idea what you’re saying? Is that any way to talk?"

"Last night, you were the one who insisted on calling Gwen Morgan over, and you were the one who refused to let her leave. Now, here you are, a man and a woman alone, undressed and in the same bed, and when you wake up, not only do you refuse to take responsibility, you say something like that? Have you... have you even considered Gwen’s feelings?"

Damien Vaughn glanced down at Gwen Morgan.

Her smooth shoulders were bare, and she was clutching the blanket tightly under her chin, her face a mask of shame, indignation, and sorrow.

Damien felt not a shred of pity or guilt. Instead, he found it comical.

’I called her over? I refused to let her leave?’

’If you’re determined to accuse me, you’ll never lack for a reason!’

"First of all, I wasn’t that out of my mind. And even if I had been, it would only be because you did something to me behind my back. Gwen Morgan knew I was supposedly out of it and still came over to play along, which means you were both in on it. I’m the one who was set up. You should be glad I’m not demanding an explanation from you, yet you have the gall to demand one from me? Mom, do you think I’m still three years old?"

Mrs. Vaughn: "..."

"Get Gwen Morgan’s clothes for her. Have her get dressed and get her out of here before Grandpa sees. I’m giving you a way to save face; I won’t mention what happened today to anyone. But if you try to use this to force my hand... you both know my temper."

Staring at her cold, ruthless son, Mrs. Vaughn felt as if her carefully laid plans had shattered to pieces. Her mind went blank with anger.

She wanted to say more, but Gwen Morgan couldn’t bear to listen any longer.

"Ms. Bell, stop talking! Get me my clothes!"

"Gwen..."

"Hurry up! Do you want me to die of humiliation right here?"

Damien Vaughn leaned against the headboard, arms crossed coolly, and closed his eyes. Under Mrs. Vaughn’s gaze, Gwen Morgan threw on her dress and stormed out of the room in a fury.

Mrs. Vaughn took a few steps after her but couldn’t catch up. Furious, she returned and pointed a finger at Damien’s nose.

"Damien, how could you hurt Gwen’s feelings like this for some good-for-nothing homewrecker? I’m so disappointed in you! Aren’t you worried something will happen to her?"

"Isn’t that what you’re for? If you’re so worried something will happen to her, you should go after her and comfort her instead of standing here with me."

"You!"

Mrs. Vaughn also stormed out in a fury.

Ms. King never imagined that the madam had insisted she come up to call the young master down for breakfast just so she would be a witness to such a drama.

At that moment, she was frozen, unsure whether to leave or stay. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

She peeked inside. "Sir..."

Damien Vaughn wrapped the blanket around himself and got out of bed.

"I’m fine. You should hurry downstairs. If Grandpa asks what happened, just say Gwen Morgan had a family emergency. You don’t know anything else."

Downstairs, the old master was sitting by the French windows enjoying the morning sun and sipping his tea when he heard the PITTER-PATTER of footsteps from upstairs.

He turned to see Gwen Morgan rushing down the stairs, running and crying.

Before he could figure out what was happening, Mrs. Vaughn also hurried out, following close behind her.

’Strange, why is Gwen Morgan here so early in the morning? Why didn’t I see her at breakfast? And why is she crying for no reason?’

"King? King?"

Ms. King came rushing down the stairs. "Sir."

"Are my eyes playing tricks on me? Was that Gwen Morgan just now, running down from upstairs? Why is she here so early? Did she stay the night? Why didn’t Jessica mention it? Who did she stay with? And if she stayed over, why was she crying?"

The old master was a sharp man. His barrage of questions made it clear he suspected something involving Damien Vaughn.

Ms. King quickly explained.

"Last night, neither you nor the young master ate downstairs, and the madam was feeling down, so she called Miss Morgan over to keep her company. Miss Morgan stayed with the madam last night."

"Young people these days like to sleep in, so the madam didn’t call her for breakfast. Just now, when I went up to get the young master, I happened to overhear Miss Morgan on the phone with her family. It seems they were scolding her for not coming home last night, so the madam rushed out to help explain."