My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Chapter 109: Don’t Come Out and Disgrace Yourself

"Ah! What is my sister-in-law doing?"

The banquet hall manager quickly retrieved the key. He never expected that when he pushed the door open, Cecelia Archer would actually be inside.

Not only was she inside, but she was kneeling next to a man in a white shirt and black vest, heads bowed, doing something to another man lying on the sofa...

From the crowd’s perspective, the scene sent their imaginations running wild. Simone Vaughn was the first to cry out.

At her scream, Damien Vaughn’s expression turned grim as he strode into the lounge.

"Cecelia Archer, what are you doing?"

Cecelia Archer had already heard the commotion outside and knew Damien Vaughn had arrived. She didn’t panic, nor did she stop what she was doing.

"Saving someone. Mr. Grant isn’t feeling well. It’s a good thing you opened the door. Have a waiter get me a basin with some hot water."

The crowd followed in Damien Vaughn’s footsteps, moving past the coffee table to the sofa. Only then did they see clearly what she was doing.

The waiter was kneeling beside her holding a bag of water, while she massaged Shane Grant’s feet in it.

This...

Simone Vaughn and Annabelle Young exchanged a look. How was there a third person in the room? ’Damn it, we miscalculated!’

Damien Vaughn knew Shane Grant had a leg condition. Seeing him lying there, pale-faced, Damien’s brow remained tightly furrowed.

"What’s wrong with him?"

"It’s a lingering side effect from a past car accident. When the weather is damp and rainy, the pain becomes unbearable without painkillers."

Fine beads of sweat had formed on Cecelia Archer’s forehead. She explained as she continued the massage.

"Call a doctor to give him painkillers. You, stop. Dressed like that, kneeling on the ground to massage a man’s feet—what is this supposed to look like?"

Damien Vaughn tried to pull Cecelia Archer to her feet, but she dodged him.

"Is now really the time to worry about appearances? Where is the basin I asked for? Did anyone go get it?"

"Right, right, I’ll go right now."

The banquet hall manager scrambled to leave, but Shane Grant slowly opened his eyes.

"There’s no need."

He lifted his foot out of the water and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position.

"Much better. Thank you, Miss Archer. I appreciate your help."

Only after sitting up did Shane Grant notice the large crowd that had followed them in. His expression didn’t change as he calmly and elegantly adjusted his pant leg.

"My apologies, I seem to have made a scene. I’m fine now. You can all leave."

The waiter took the water to the restroom. Since he had recovered, Cecelia Archer also stood up.

"Maybe you shouldn’t attend the rest of the event. I can take you home now."

Shane Grant reached for a couple of tissues, elegantly wiped the sweat from his face, and looked at Cecelia Archer.

"I’m really fine. Who did you come with? Where’s Candy?"

’Are they really catching up in front of all these people?’

Damien Vaughn yanked Cecelia Archer’s arm. "Aren’t you going to wash your hands? Massaging his feet is one thing, but why was the door locked?"

At this, Cecelia Archer shot a cold look at Simone Vaughn.

"I’m afraid you’ll have to ask your sister about that. Simone, I don’t believe I’ve done anything to offend you, have I? If it weren’t for Mr. Grant, I’d still be locked in that restroom with this waiter. What exactly were you trying to accomplish by locking a man and a woman in a room together?"

Simone Vaughn’s face paled instantly. "What are you talking about, sister-in-law?" she stammered. "What do you mean, I locked you in? Didn’t you go to the restroom because you dirtied your dress? Annabelle and I went to a different restroom, so how could we have locked you in? Did you accidentally lock the door from the inside?"

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