My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 125

Chapter 125: Chapter 125: Wishful Thinking

Cecelia froze. ’Family doctor? So that’s how Damien Vaughn introduced me?’

Before Cecelia could reply, Gwen Morgan turned and called out to the men.

"You guys go on ahead. Cecelia and I are just going to the restroom. We’ll be right there."

She pulled Cecelia into the restroom.

The moment the door closed, Gwen Morgan slumped against her, her face contorting in pain.

"Oh, it hurts so much! I twisted my ankle the second I got out of the car, and it’s been killing me ever since. I would’ve said something sooner if I wasn’t worried they’d laugh at me. I’m so sorry, Cecelia. It’s embarrassing to have you see me like this right after we’ve met."

Cecelia didn’t find a sprained ankle funny at all. She was still reeling from what Gwen had said earlier.

’Family doctor...’ God knew how fast her heart had pounded when Gwen Morgan called out her name. She had thought Damien Vaughn had finally told someone about their relationship. Turns out, it was all just wishful thinking...

"Quick, help me see if I’ve broken any bones. If it’s serious, I’ll just have to let them laugh at me. Cecelia, what’s wrong? Are you unwilling to even look at my foot?"

After rattling on to herself and getting no reaction from Cecelia, Gwen Morgan seemed to have an epiphany and took out her phone.

"Right. That was thoughtless of me. Asking you to treat me on our first meeting, and my foot no less. Of course, I have to pay for the consultation. How do you charge? By the month, by the hour, or per visit? So, how much should I pay you?"

Although the other woman’s words were likely unintentional, Cecelia, acutely aware of her own wishful thinking, felt a surge of shame and anger. Gwen Morgan repeatedly bringing up money made her feel like a greedy, pathetic clown.

"It’s fine. I wasn’t thinking about that. You don’t need to pay me. Just lean against the wall and take off your shoe. I’ll take a look for you."

Gwen Morgan leaned back against the wall and slipped off one shoe. Cecelia crouched down, lifted Gwen’s foot onto her own knee, and gently squeezed her ankle.

"It doesn’t seem like anything serious. You just twisted it. Moving it around a bit should help. If you’re still worried, you can ask a staff member for some pain-relief spray."

"Oh, is that all? Well, if you say it’s fine, then I’m relieved."

Gwen Morgan put her shoe back on and tiptoed to the sink, examining herself in the mirror as she washed her hands.

"I left in such a hurry today I didn’t even do my makeup properly. Cecelia, take a look for me. Do I look okay?"

Having just touched Gwen’s foot, Cecelia also needed to wash her hands and moved to the adjacent faucet.

She glanced at Gwen Morgan’s face in the mirror. Though her makeup was light, every detail was meticulously crafted. It was what people called a "no-makeup makeup look"—utterly perfect.

"You look great. You’re very beautiful, Miss Morgan, and your skin is lovely. You’d probably be just as pretty without makeup."

Gwen Morgan smiled and glanced back at her in the mirror.

"You’re very pretty too. Much prettier than I imagined. Your skin is great as well. No wonder someone as picky as Damien would have you as his doctor."

Cecelia had never found the word "doctor" so grating before. She regretted coming out with Damien Vaughn today.

’An ex-boyfriend and ex-girlfriend, who are also childhood friends, reuniting... they must have so much to talk about, so much catching up to do. What am I even doing here?’

’The birthday party hasn’t started yet. There’s still time to leave.’

"Thank you, Miss Morgan. We should get back out there."

"Don’t be in such a hurry. There’s still so much I want to talk to you about."

Gwen Morgan turned off the faucet, walked smilingly over to Cecelia, and intimately took her hand again.

"I don’t know why, but I felt a connection the moment I saw you, like we were long-lost sisters. I really like you. Cecelia, I haven’t been back in the country for years, and I barely have any friends here. Would you consider being my friend?"

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