My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: Integrating into His Circle of Friends

Damien Vaughn was not in the mood. "Tell me which restaurant you want, and I’ll have someone book it. Or you could just have Gwen Morgan take you. I don’t have time."

Mrs. Vaughn was displeased. "Damien, honey, aren’t you just sitting around at home? How can you not have time to have a meal with your own mother? I’m your mother—the person closest to you in this entire world. Can you please stop treating me like the enemy?"

Damien Vaughn: "..."

After a moment of silence, he turned and glanced at Cecelia Archer.

"Fine, we can eat out. But we’re bringing Cecelia Archer."

Mrs. Vaughn: "..."

Soon, Cecelia Archer was called over.

Mrs. Vaughn asked her in a loaded tone.

"He’s been back for two days, but Damien and I still haven’t had a chance to sit down alone, just mother and son, for a proper talk and a meal. We’re planning to eat out tonight. He said you should come along. Do you want to?"

Cecelia Archer shook her head vigorously.

"You two should go. After being apart for so long, you mother and son really need some private time to talk. Besides, I have to stay home to look after our child and keep Grandpa company."

Damien Vaughn hated when she used that as an excuse.

"We’re all family now, there will be plenty of time to spend with Grandpa. Stop using him as an excuse. I said you’re going, so you’re going. Go get ready. Candy is coming too!"

"..."

’Can’t he see that Mrs. Vaughn doesn’t want me to go?’

Cecelia Archer glanced down at Mrs. Vaughn. The displeasure in the older woman’s eyes was practically overflowing; she looked like she wanted to kill her.

Her eyes darted around thoughtfully before Cecelia Archer asked.

"Is Miss Morgan going? I quite like her and was hoping to become friends, but I haven’t had the chance yet."

Damien Vaughn had no objection to her making friends. "If you want to see her, I’ll ask her to come."

"Then could you please invite her? And let’s ask Mr. Jacobs and Mr. Wynn to come along, too. We snuck out of Mr. Wynn’s birthday party without saying goodbye last time, and I wonder if he’s still angry with you. This would be a good chance to all sit down and talk."

Damien Vaughn was pleasantly surprised by the second half of her suggestion.

’She’s actually taking the initiative to get to know my friends?’

’Last time, she barely interacted with Brandon Jacobs or Wyatt Wynn at all. I thought she didn’t like them.’

He looked at his mother. "Mom, you haven’t seen Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn in a long time, either. Is it okay if we invite them?"

Mrs. Vaughn had no idea what Cecelia Archer was up to. ’This was supposed to be a private dinner for Damien and Gwen Morgan. Why is it getting so complicated?’

But since it had come to this, she had little choice but to agree. "Of course. The more, the merrier. Invite them all."

「Two hours later.」

The whole group was gathered at Brandon Jacobs’s private club.

A lavish spread of food and fine wine covered the table. Brandon Jacobs addressed Mrs. Vaughn politely.

"Auntie, the clubs back home nowadays aren’t as simple as the nightclubs you might remember. You can do more than just drink, sing, and dance—you can order food, too. Cantonese, Sichuan, Shandong, Huaiyang... whatever you like, we can get it. Please, try some and see if it’s authentic."

Mrs. Vaughn hadn’t expected Damien Vaughn to bring her to a club, but since Gwen Morgan and a few other familiar young faces were there, and they had a private room, it didn’t feel entirely inappropriate.

"This is nice. And please, relax. I’m not that old-fashioned. I’m not going to say anything, so just act as you normally would. Be yourselves. Everyone, have a seat."

Even though they were at a club, with an elder present, everyone was still a bit too reserved to truly relax.

Her words helped Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn relax considerably.

"Auntie, you’re so beautiful and youthful, and so open-minded! Your son is a lucky man, and we’re happy to have an ’auntie’ like you. Come on, let us raise a toast to you."

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