My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: To My Room

Editor: Henyee Translations

Where was this place? It looked unreal. Like the private estate of a billionaire straight out of a movie. Cecelia glanced down at herself. Her dress was stained with dirt. She was barefoot. And one foot was wrapped in thick white bandages.

A wave of self-consciousness washed over her.

This place clearly wasn’t meant for someone like her. She had absolutely no intention of getting out of the car. Before she could say anything, however, a young valet in a crisp uniform hurried over. "Good evening, sir. Allow me to park your vehicle."

Damien handed him the keys. Then he opened the passenger door and picked Cecelia up.

Again.

Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Where are we?" she asked. "Is this where you work?" Her eyes widened as she looked around. "I really don’t need to stay here. I can find a cheap hotel for a couple of days and head home afterward." She hesitated. "Could you just help me leave this place?"

Her voice was soft. The warm brush of her breath against his ear made Damien’s shoulders stiffen almost imperceptibly.

"This is the hotel."

Cecelia blinked. What? A hotel? A place like this was a hotel? Did hotels actually look like castles?

Growing up poor, she rarely traveled and had certainly never stayed anywhere remotely luxurious. The phrase money to burn belonged to a completely different world.

As they walked forward, another uniformed employee approached. "Good evening, sir. Would you like a wheelchair for the lady?"

The distance from the parking area to the main lobby was considerable. Damien could have carried her the entire way. But that would attract attention.

"Bring one."

The employee immediately hurried away. Moments later, a wheelchair appeared. Damien walked ahead while another staff member pushed Cecelia through the grand entrance.

The lobby took her breath away. Crystal chandeliers. Marble floors. Towering columns. Everything radiated understated luxury.

Cecelia’s eyes darted everywhere. Her horizons had truly expanded since meeting her husband.

Apparently, Damien was a regular here. The moment he approached the front desk, four employees stood up simultaneously. "Good evening, Mr. Vaughn."

Damien gave a brief nod. "Get me another room."

One of the receptionists immediately checked the system. "Of course, sir." Her fingers flew across the keyboard. "Unfortunately, all presidential suites are fully booked tonight." She offered an apologetic smile. "Would you like me to arrange another category instead?"

Presidential suite? Cecelia almost choked. She’d only ever heard that term on television. And she knew enough to understand that rooms like that cost a fortune.

"That’s not necessary," she said quickly. "A regular room is fine. I’ll be staying alone, so I don’t need anything large."

The receptionist finally understood. The room was for her. After a quick glance at Cecelia’s modest clothing, she smiled professionally. "In that case, we have a deluxe king room available. It’s one thousand dollars per night. Would that be acceptable?"

One thousand dollars? Per night? For a moment, Cecelia genuinely thought she’d misheard. If she weren’t worried about embarrassing Damien, she might have gasped out loud.

"No, thank you." She forced a smile. "A standard room is fine."

The receptionist had worked in luxury hospitality long enough to recognize the situation immediately.

The woman clearly wasn’t wealthy. Yet Mr. Vaughn was personally arranging accommodations for her. Perhaps she was an employee who had been injured and was receiving special treatment from her boss.

The receptionist smoothly adjusted. "Of course, ma’am. We also have a standard king room available. Six hundred dollars per night."

Cecelia nearly fainted. That was apparently the cheapest room in the entire hotel. And it still costs more than her monthly rent back in Veridia. An eighty-dollar motel room would have been more than enough for her.

"I..." She desperately searched for an excuse.

Unfortunately, Damien saw straight through her. "The first room."

The receptionist blinked. A flash of surprise—and perhaps envy—crossed her face. Then her professional smile returned. "Certainly, sir. Since we’re in peak summer season, that happens to be our last deluxe suite. I’ll just need identification to complete the registration."

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