My Child and I Married a Billionaire

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Cinderella Enters the Rich Family

After calling out to Ms. King, Cecelia Archer realized she hadn’t yet greeted Second and Third Aunt, which was a breach of etiquette, so she dutifully addressed them as well.

Second and Third Aunt responded with forced smiles, and the Old Master told Ms. King to take Candy to get something to eat.

Once Candy had gone, the Old Master asked Second and Third Aunt.

"Are the children coming home tonight?"

"They," of course, referred to the children of Second and Third Aunt, who hurriedly replied.

"Of course they are! When do they ever not come home? They’re always by your side, aren’t they? Early this morning, the kids were clamoring about giving you a grand birthday party, and they all went out to get you gifts. With such devoted grandchildren, Dad, you simply must live to be a hundred."

He heard such flattery every day. Besides paying lip service, the women had no other talents. The Old Master remained noncommittal.

"If you still have things to do, go on and finish up. I’m going to check on Candy."

Candy’s sweet little voice drifted over from the kitchen, making the Old Master’s heart melt. He wanted to go talk with her again. freeweɓnovel.cøm

After the Old Master walked away, Damien Vaughn wrapped an arm around Cecelia Archer’s shoulder.

"Let’s go get changed. Second Aunt, Third Aunt, if you’ll excuse us."

Damien Vaughn’s room was the easternmost one on the third floor. It was large, spacious, clean, and comfortable, but Cecelia Archer felt extremely awkward.

There was only one bed. ’Surely she and Candy aren’t expected to stay here with him tonight, are we?’

"Mr. Vaughn..."

"Still calling me Mr. Vaughn?"

Damien Vaughn watched her pace around the room, leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets.

"Was everything I told you a waste of breath? You really don’t want this job? Do you hate me that much?"

Cecelia Archer: "..."

’What right did she have to hate President Vaughn? It was just...’

"Relax, we won’t be staying here long-term. After tonight, I’ll arrange a new place for you. Second and Third Aunt are difficult, but you don’t have to deal with them. Just ignore them."

"I’ll have to trouble you to play along with me just for tonight. You can call me Damien. It’s not that difficult, is it, Cecelia Archer?"

Cecelia Archer felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. ’I’m already here,’ she thought. ’Wouldn’t it be wrong of me to refuse to cooperate now?’

"I understand."

Satisfied, Damien Vaughn pushed himself off the door. "That outfit isn’t quite suitable for tonight. I’ll have someone bring an evening gown for you. Go ahead and get washed up."

Cecelia Archer didn’t understand the lifestyle of a family like this. ’Changing into an evening gown for a simple birthday celebration?’ But since Damien Vaughn had said so...

By the time she emerged in a bathrobe, having showered and washed her hair, the evening gown had already arrived.

A man with long hair, an incredibly slender figure, and the aura of a supermodel was talking to Damien Vaughn.

Hearing footsteps, the man turned his head.

His eyes lit up when he saw Cecelia Archer.

"So this is her. She is quite attractive. Fine, I admit defeat, but I’m still not happy about it. Damien, you heartless man, what am I supposed to do now~"

Damien Vaughn was lounging on the sofa, his posture casual.

"When it comes to me, you’d lose to any woman. Do you think the Old Master would ever let you into the Vaughn Family’s home? Or can you bear my children? Enough nonsense. Just do her styling."

The man stomped his foot coquettishly, then grabbed his makeup bag and gestured for Cecelia Archer to sit down.

Cecelia Archer sat across from Damien Vaughn. As the man worked on her makeup, she listened to him chat with Damien Vaughn and learned that he was a childhood friend named Zeke Walton, whose family was in the cosmetics business.

He continued to chat with Damien Vaughn while casually applying Cecelia Archer’s makeup. Cecelia thought the result would be a mess, but after he finished her hair and she changed into the gown, she looked in the mirror and was stunned by her own beauty.

So noble and elegant, with skin as smooth as jade and eyes that sparkled with every glance. She looked like the devastatingly beautiful lead actress from a movie. ’Zeke Walton’s hands must be magical.’

Zeke Walton stood beside Cecelia Archer, looking at their reflections in the mirror.

Although he prided himself on his handsome features and his feminine grace, believing himself to be more womanly than most women, when compared to Cecelia Archer...

"Vixen! You have the kind of face that men just adore. It’s so annoying! Don’t stand next to me ever again!"

Zeke Walton feigned anger, lightly pounding on Cecelia Archer’s shoulder a few times before stomping away in a huff.

"Don’t ever ask me to do her makeup again; you’re just trying to spite me. What’s the point of makeup for a face like that?! I’m so mad I want to fly abroad for plastic surgery right now! Damien Vaughn, you’re not just killing me, you’re twisting the knife!"

Knowing his friend’s dramatic temperament, Damien Vaughn just smiled and fanned the flames.

"My second uncle’s daughter is head over heels for you. What do you think she’d do if she found out you two are actually ’sisters’..."

"Screw you! Who cares if she likes me? If you don’t want me, other men do. I’m not playing her games... Look, the only reason I came tonight is because I had no other choice. If she starts clinging to me later, you have to save me."

Just then, Cecelia Archer walked out, holding the hem of her gown. Her appearance made Damien Vaughn completely forget what he was about to say.

Although the makeup had been done right before his eyes, she had been wrapped in a thick bathrobe, so he couldn’t appreciate the full effect.

Now, seeing her in the one-shoulder gown, her pearlescent skin, slender yet elegant shoulders, and long, graceful neck were on full display. Damien Vaughn was mesmerized.

No wonder Zeke Walton had been so upset; the Creator had truly shown favor to Cecelia Archer.

Hearing the sudden silence, Zeke Walton looked up to see Damien Vaughn staring, transfixed, at Cecelia Archer, as if he hadn’t seen a woman in lifetimes. Zeke howled in frustration.

"Damien Vaughn, can you have some self-respect? You’ve already had a kid with her! You two have probably slept together countless times, and you’re still making that face? Who are you trying to nauseate? Are you deliberately trying to piss off this single guy?!"

’What kind of outrageous things was he saying?’

Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn: "..."

After they had spent over two hours in the room, a maid came to announce that it was time to go downstairs.

Zeke Walton had paired the outfit with four-inch heels. Cecelia had worn heels for work before, but never more than an inch or so. This was the first time in her life she’d worn shoes this high, and the gown was long to boot.

Damien Vaughn thoughtfully offered her his arm.

They had already been far too physically close today. Cecelia Archer felt it wouldn’t be good for this to continue, especially with Zeke Walton watching them like a hawk.

She put on a brave face and lifted the hem of her skirt. "It’s okay. I’ll get the hang of it after a few steps."

She had barely taken a single step before Damien Vaughn grabbed her arm and firmly tucked her hand into the crook of his own.

"This is basic social etiquette. What is there to ’get the hang of’? Hold on." ƒrēewebnovel.com

Zeke Walton pursed his lips and started making tutting sounds from the side.

Cecelia Archer found him rather amusing. ’And he’s a ’sister,’ at that,’ she thought, reaching out to loop her free arm through his.

"Let’s all go down together. Zeke Walton, if you feel uncomfortable later, just let me know. I’ll stay with you."

’Heh.’

A Cinderella figure entering a wealthy family for the first time... ’She has no idea how many pitfalls are waiting for her, and she wants to help me?’

Zeke Walton couldn’t help but laugh. "You said it, not me."

The three of them took the elevator downstairs.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open, revealing a hall filled with men and women.

Before Cecelia Archer could get a proper look, it was as if the crowd shared a single mind—every head turned in unison to face them.