My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Isn’t It Normal for My Wife to Sit on My Lap?

Everyone instantly turned to stare at him. "?"

Damien Vaughn, his expression unchanged, turned back to meet Cecelia Archer’s eyes.

"I told you to come over. What are you spacing out for? Want me to come carry you?"

’Cecelia Archer had no idea what kind of crazy fit he was throwing.’

’His current girlfriend, Gwen Morgan, was right beside him, and with so many elders watching... For him to tell me to sit on his lap, was he deliberately trying to put me on the spot?’

Fearing that Damien Vaughn would actually come over and carry her, Cecelia Archer quickly waved her hands.

"No, that’s alright. If you think adding a chair would be too crowded, I’ll eat later. I’m not hungry right now anyway."

’She was going to be the death of him.’

’She was being bullied this badly, and she was still giving in. Was there something wrong with her head, or was she really that much of a pushover?’

’He remembered how tough she used to be when others picked on her, and she was more than capable when she stood up to him. Why did she fall apart in front of them?’

’They were just a bunch of useless freeloaders. If you showed them respect, they acted like elders. If you didn’t, they were nothing. What was there to be afraid of?’

"I said come here, so come here. Enough nonsense."

Furious, he shoved his chair back, spun around to grab Cecelia Archer, and pulled her into his lap.

They settled in, with her seated on top of him.

He was already tall, and now with a full-grown person in his lap, he had instantly become the center of attention. Now, it was Mrs. Vaughn who was unhappy.

"She’s a grown woman. Sitting on your lap for dinner—what is this supposed to look like? Damien, you’re getting more and more out of line."

’She spoke as if she were very close to him, as if she understood him at all.’

Damien Vaughn glanced calmly at his mother.

"She’s my woman. It’s only natural for her to sit on my lap. All of you were young once. I thought you would understand."

The Second and Third Aunts found this ridiculous and chimed in, chuckling.

"Of course, of course, we understand. Young people, you know... full of passion. It’s perfectly normal to be all over each other after being apart for a day. Eldest Sister-in-law, we’re old now. We should stay out of the youngsters’ business. As long as they’re happy, that’s all that matters. Let’s eat, let’s eat."

Mrs. Vaughn picked up her chopsticks, her face grim.

Nearby, Gwen Morgan’s expression wasn’t any better.

’There were only so many seats. Damien had complained that adding one more chair would be too crowded. It was obvious he considered her redundant.’

’Why does he detest me so much now?’

’I’m so jealous of Cecelia Archer. What is so special about her? Why does Damien go to such great lengths for her?’

Sitting sideways on one of Damien’s legs was unstable, so Cecelia Archer had to hook her arm around his neck.

Their skin made contact. Her chest was pressed against his hard torso, and the side of Damien’s face brushed gently against her chin. The gesture was so intimate her face felt like it was on fire.

Moreover, from her angle, she was directly facing Gwen Morgan and could see her expression with perfect clarity.

Compared to the cheerful, lively woman who had first walked in, Gwen Morgan now looked as if she were enduring a great humiliation.

Cecelia Archer understood why Damien Vaughn was acting this way.

’He must have just had... that kind of intimacy with Gwen Morgan before ditching her to go out of town with me for two days. She’s upset, they’re fighting, and that stubborn Damien refuses to apologize. They’re in a power struggle.’

’Fine, have your power struggle. But to use me as a part of their little game? Who did I ever offend to deserve this?’

While Cecelia Archer was stiffly lost in her wild train of thought, Damien Vaughn picked up some food with his chopsticks and held it to her lips.

"Eat."

"..."

She opened her mouth, her gaze fixed on Gwen Morgan’s face. Although Gwen didn’t turn to look at them, her complexion had visibly worsened.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify