My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Painting Candy Like a Ghost

A glance at the floor revealed clothes and shoes scattered everywhere. Her top had even been torn.

This...

Cecelia Archer recalled some fleeting fragments.

’Before I passed out, I think I ran into Damien Vaughn by the restroom door. He threw me over his shoulder... Don’t tell me?’

She quickly looked down at her body. It was covered in bruises. That place, in particular, was swollen and sore...

’Oh my God! So last night, Damien Vaughn and I... again...?’

At this realization, Cecelia’s stomach churned violently, and she almost threw up.

’Damien Vaughn is such an animal. His girlfriend was right here in a room at the club, yet he used being drunk as an excuse to... with someone else.’

’So dirty! So disgusting! So filthy! If it weren’t for her daughter, Candy, Cecelia would have wanted to die!

Wrapping the blanket around herself, she got out of bed, looked around, and found the bathroom. She rushed inside and began to scrub herself frantically.

’But no amount of washing would help. That disgusting man! He looks so cold and aloof on the surface, but I just want to announce to the world that he’s really a beast in gentleman’s clothing!’

She scrubbed for what felt like an eternity, nearly rubbing her skin raw. The bathroom filled with steam, becoming so stuffy that she could barely breathe. Only then did Cecelia finally come out.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at her torn clothes, she was agonizing over how to leave when someone knocked on the door.

Cecelia quickly clutched the blanket to herself. "Who is it?"

It was a young woman. "Hello, Miss Archer. President Jacobs sent me to bring you some clothes. May I come in?"

’Brandon Jacobs sent someone with clothes for me? Why would Brandon Jacobs be the one to do that?’

Cecelia opened the door. The woman gave her a quick, gossipy glance, put down the clothes, and turned to leave, but Cecelia stopped her.

"Where is this?"

The woman shot her another strange look.

"This is our President Jacobs’s office. Oh, the office is out there. This is his private lounge."

Cecelia understood. So last night, Damien Vaughn had brought her to Brandon Jacobs’s private lounge.

’How disgusting! How humiliating!’

’Brandon Jacobs and Wyatt Wynn must know. Mrs. Vaughn and Gwen Morgan must know, too!’

’He knew they were all waiting for us in a private room nearby. How could he have the nerve to just...?’

’God, how am I going to face anyone?’

After changing her clothes, Cecelia hesitated for a long while before finally leaving the club.

On the way, she kept wondering what kind of expression to wear when she faced Mrs. Vaughn, and whether she should just take Candy and leave immediately.

Before she could reach a conclusion, she had arrived at the front door.

Cecelia braced herself and entered the main hall, only to find Grandpa there alone.

"You’re back," Grandpa said, looking at her with his usual warm, cheerful smile.

"Your mother-in-law took Candy out to play. She said you and Damien had something to do and would be back late, but you’re back sooner than I expected. Why didn’t Damien come back with you? Did he go to the office again?"

Cecelia’s head spun, and she almost collapsed to the floor.

’Mrs. Vaughn took Candy out to play? How could she possibly take Candy out to play!’

"Grandpa, I... It must be hard for her to take Candy out alone. I should go pick her up. Where did they go?"

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