My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Can My Dad Marry Your Mom?

This statement startled both the nanny and Cecelia Archer. freewebnσvel.cøm

It was one thing for a child to sleep with the mother and daughter, but a grown man like Shane Grant...

’He’ll never agree to this.’

Unexpectedly, Shane Grant tweaked Aidan’s nose and actually agreed.

"Okay. Daddy will give you a bath. It’s more polite to go over after we’re all clean."

"Yay! I get to sleep with you, Candy! Are you happy?"

The two children jumped for joy, their innocence on full display, but Cecelia Archer was so embarrassed she didn’t know where to look.

Shane Grant stood up, glanced at her, then picked up both Aidan and Candy and headed upstairs first.

This was the first time in Aidan’s life that his father had bathed him. As his dad washed him, changed him into his pajamas, and dried his hair, he felt so happy he thought he might faint.

"Daddy, I think you’re so handsome and gentle tonight. I really love it when you’re like this. Can you be like this with me every day from now on?"

Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart. As his son’s adorable, innocent eyes blinked up at him, Shane Grant’s guilt reached an unprecedented peak.

"Of course. From now on, Daddy will be with you every day."

After the father and son had cleaned up and changed their clothes, they didn’t rush over. After all, it was the girls’ room, and it would be rude to go in before they had finished their baths. They waited until Candy came to get them.

In the guest room, Cecelia Archer had already made the bed.

Shane Grant placed the two children on the bed. He and Cecelia Archer exchanged a look and, as if by silent agreement, both sat down on the rug beside the bed.

"Okay, you two, lie down and cover up. It’s time for a story."

Aidan propped his head up. "Daddy? Auntie? Aren’t you two coming up? Aren’t we all sleeping together?"

Knowing this awkward moment was inevitable, Cecelia Archer immediately blushed.

She didn’t know how to answer him, so she pretended to be busy, looking down and flipping through the picture book in her hands.

Shane Grant, however, didn’t shy away from the question. "Only grown-up men and women who are married can sleep together. Otherwise, it’s inappropriate. Aunt Archer and I aren’t married, and we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend, so we can’t sleep together. Aidan, you’re a big boy now. You have to remember this. Don’t just sleep with any girl in the future, and don’t ask Auntie this question again, okay?"

"Oh." Aidan nodded in understanding, then said regretfully,

"But I really want to sleep with both of you. It would be great if you two got married. Candy, if my dad married your mom, would you be okay with that?"

Candy blinked her big eyes, looked at her mother, and didn’t answer his question.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want her mom to marry Aidan Grant’s father; she just had a more suitable candidate in mind.

The handsome uncle had met her earlier, and he had already taken root in her heart.

Seeing she wasn’t talking, Aidan Grant gave Candy a little nudge.

"Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t you like my dad?"

Candy could only say, "Your dad hasn’t even pursued my mom, so how could she marry him? The boy has to chase the girl before they can date. Don’t you even know that?"

The topic was getting more and more off-track. Cecelia Archer was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into, so she quickly interrupted them.

"Alright, alright, I’m going to start the story now. What do you want to hear?"

Cecelia Archer’s voice was incredibly gentle, and listening to her tell a story with such vivid emotion was a true pleasure.

Between the recent bad weather making his leg ache and the development of a new project, Shane Grant hadn’t slept well in a long time.

As he listened, he ended up slumping over the side of the bed and falling asleep.

Cecelia Archer tucked the two children in. Seeing Shane Grant slumped motionless by the bed, she hesitated for a long moment before going over to gently shake him.

"Mr. Grant? Mr. Grant?"

"Rose, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault! Rose, don’t go!"

Lost in his dream, Shane Grant thought his wife was calling him and subconsciously gripped Cecelia Archer’s hands.

Cecelia Archer jumped in fright and quickly tried to pull her hands away.

"Mr. Grant, I’m not Rose! You have the wrong person!"

Shane Grant opened his eyes and stared at her face without blinking for several seconds before his senses returned.

"How did I fall asleep? Sorry about that, your storytelling is just too good."

Cecelia Archer was speechless.

"It’s getting late. You’ve had a long day, so you should get some sleep. Goodbye."

Cecelia Archer saw him to the door and said her goodbyes. In the instant before the door closed, Shane Grant couldn’t resist sneaking another peek at her through the crack.

’Her gentle, quiet, and elegant demeanor... she’s so much like Rose.’

The golden age of real estate had passed. With the housing market becoming increasingly saturated in recent years, the real estate division under the Vaughn Group had adjusted its strategic goals, shifting its focus from developing commercial housing to other types of projects.

This year, the tough nut they wanted to crack was an international airport.

This would be the first international airport built in Veridia. All government departments were placing great importance on it, and it was destined to become one of Veridia’s landmark structures.

The significance of securing this project, both for the company’s profits and its overall development, was immense and needed no further explanation.

But they weren’t the only ones who realized this; other competitors and all sorts of investors had realized it too.

Everyone was flexing what they had—some competed with financial power, others with their connections. The competition was fierce.

A few employees alone could never land this project, so Damien Vaughn had recently been getting involved personally.

His last trip to Corvane was specifically to visit an "uncle" with powerful connections.

This uncle had worked in a certain department for half his life and held a high-ranking, powerful position. Countless people sought favors from him, and Damien was far from the only one the uncle had to accommodate.

Therefore, he could only give Damien Vaughn a superficial reply.

"I have some business back in Veridia in a few days. Clear your schedule, and we’ll have a meal together then."

"They’re all old friends from my years in Veridia. With so many people coming to see me, I’d feel bad turning anyone down. We can all get together for a chat, but it won’t be about the project. This matter is too big; I can’t afford to offend anyone. In the end, whoever gets it will just have to come down to fate."

Today, the uncle returned to Veridia. Not wanting to stay in the bustling city, he checked into a hotel in a scenic county over 100 kilometers from the city center. Damien Vaughn had to go meet him.

And he wasn’t the only one going. Shane Grant, who specialized in the real estate industry, had to go as well.

At breakfast, Aidan Grant asked him excitedly,

"Daddy, can you go to the amusement park with us on Sunday? I’m already so big, and you’ve never taken me out to play. Candy says amusement parks are really fun, and I want to go see it with you, okay?"

It was true. In all the years his son had been growing up, he had not only never taken him to an amusement park, but he’d never taken him out to play even once.

Shane Grant felt a pang of guilt for a couple of seconds. "We don’t have to wait until Sunday. We’ll go today. Hurry up and finish eating, then go get ready. Daddy will take you out in a bit."

Aidan was overjoyed. "What? We’re going today? Where are we going?"

"To a fun place. Ms. Archer, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to come with me on a little business trip."