My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: Chapter 127: They Slept Together?

Cecelia Archer really didn’t get it. ’Why on earth is he forcing me to stay?’

’He won’t let me drink, and I can’t get a word in. Does he think it’s fun to make me sit here like an idiot and watch them shoot the breeze?’

She really wanted to blow up, to ask Damien Vaughn what the hell he thought he was doing.

But it was Wyatt Wynn’s birthday, after all. What would it look like for an outsider like her to lose her temper?

Cecelia Archer swallowed her frustration and left the pavilion.

Gwen Morgan quickly caught up, linking her arm through Cecelia’s as intimately as she had on the way there.

"You’re not having a good time, are you? It seems like you really want to leave. That dense blockhead, Damien, can’t understand you, but I can. It must be awkward since you don’t know anyone else here and have no common interests or topics of conversation. Don’t mind him. If you really want to go, then just go. I’ll tell him for you later. I can see you out."

’No wonder she’s being so helpful,’ Cecelia Archer thought. ’When I asked her to come to the restroom with me, she tagged right along. So she had an ulterior motive all along.’

’See me out?’

’She must think I’m an eyesore.’

Cecelia Archer wasn’t the type to shamelessly overstay her welcome. She’d had more than enough of this party anyway, and since Gwen Morgan had laid it all out...

"Thank you, Miss Morgan. But you don’t need to see me out. I can just grab a cab. I appreciate the offer, though."

In response, Gwen Morgan pressed five hundred in cash into her hand, smiling as she stayed put.

Cecelia Archer had no phone and no purse. All she had on her was that five hundred in cash.

After leaving the restroom, her only option was to find the front desk and ask for help.

"Hello. My phone is broken, and I need to leave for a bit. Could you please call a car for me?"

"I’m sorry, ma’am, but our resort is in a rather unique location. It’s not very convenient for taxis to come out here. If it’s an emergency, we can arrange for one of our cars to drive you. May I have your name, please?"

’The service at a high-end place like this really is on another level. They even have a car service,’ Cecelia Archer thought, and then gave her name.

To her surprise, the receptionist’s expression changed. "I’m sorry, ma’am. President Vaughn has given specific instructions that we are not to dispatch a car for you without his permission. If you need anything, please speak with him directly. My apologies."

A few minutes later, Cecelia Archer was back at the pavilion.

Damien Vaughn was leaning back lazily in his chair, a wine glass in hand. His expression was utterly smug as he watched her, but he feigned ignorance with his words.

"What took you so long?"

"Bad sense of direction. I got lost."

Cecelia Archer sat down, irritably grabbed a glass of wine, and downed it in one go.

"I’m hungry. Can we please find a place to eat?"

Speaking of food, Wyatt Wynn had already made arrangements.

"If you’re hungry, let’s start the barbecue! The weather’s been great lately, not too hot. Grilling under the blue sky and white clouds will be so much fun. All the ingredients are ready. Come on, everyone, today you’ll get to taste my cooking. I’ll be grilling for you myself!"

In a flash, staff members had arranged the barbecue ingredients and equipment on the lawn. They set up a few large umbrellas, and everyone sat down underneath them.

Aside from Cecelia Archer and Damien Vaughn, the others were like a group of kids, chattering away and having a blast.

Cecelia Archer was genuinely hungry, but watching their clumsy attempts at grilling, she figured she wouldn’t be eating anytime soon.

After they had been grilling for a while, Gwen Morgan excitedly handed a chicken wing to Damien Vaughn.

"This one looks like it’s done. I seasoned it just the way you like it, Damien. Here, try it."

Damien Vaughn leaned forward slightly and took the chicken wing. But instead of eating it, he turned and passed it to Cecelia Archer.

"Weren’t you hungry? You eat first."

Cecelia Archer took it and had a bite. The flavor was decent. ’It’ll have to do,’ she thought.

From then on, every piece of food handed to Damien Vaughn found its way to her.

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