My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Damien Sets a Trap

Zeke Walton was quite surprised to get a call from Damien Vaughn.

After all, growing up, Zeke was always the one to initiate contact. Damien rarely ever called him.

Besides, with his mother having just passed away, he should have been in a terrible mood.

But Zeke answered anyway.

"Hello?"

Damien instantly detected the despondency in his voice.

"In a bad mood? What have you been up to lately?"

’Damien actually called just to ask how I was feeling? And what I’ve been busy with?’

Zeke was pathetically moved all over again.

’Whatever is going on between him and Cecelia Archer, his friendship with me must be real.’

"Not much. I’m not feeling well, just lying around at home."

"What’s wrong? What is it? Have you been to the hospital?"

Zeke’s nose tingled, and he felt a lump in his throat.

Ever since he and Shane Grant had parted ways, Shane hadn’t called him once.

Zeke missed him so much every day that he felt like he was going crazy. He was desperately holding back, and it was exhausting him, breaking his heart.

He never expected that at a time like this, Damien Vaughn would be the one thinking of him.

"Why don’t you come see me, Damien?"

Soon, Damien Vaughn appeared at the Walton Family’s home.

Zeke’s room was spacious and bright. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making for a beautiful scene.

It should have been a lovely view, but because its occupant was so listless, stepping inside felt strangely chilling.

Damien brought some sweets that Zeke used to love and sat down by his bed. Both of them were noticeably thinner than they had been a month ago.

"How did you get so thin? Are you seriously ill?"

Zeke didn’t answer, instead looking at the dark circles under Damien’s eyes.

"You’re not looking much better yourself."

Damien looked up, his eyes meeting Zeke’s, and suddenly a smile touched his lips.

"Still have the energy to trade barbs. Good. Seems like you’re fine."

Seeing him smile, Zeke inexplicably felt a bit better and smiled back.

"Aren’t you busy? What made you suddenly think of me today?"

Damien said, "I was busy for a while, but I’ve had time to think things through. I’m not busy these last couple of days. I was going to ask you to play ball, but who knew you’d be moping at home..."

"Alright, I’m relieved to see you’re okay. You should get some more rest. My grandfather isn’t well, so I should get back to him."

The two of them had an unspoken agreement not to mention Mrs. Vaughn’s death.

Zeke felt a little guilty, afraid he might give something away if Cecelia Archer’s name came up.

Damien, on the other hand, simply didn’t want to bring it up and bring anyone down.

Seeing Damien about to leave less than a minute after sitting down, Zeke was reluctant to let him go and reached out to tug on his arm.

"There’s no need to rush off, is there? You just got here. Stay a little longer... How have you been lately?"

The conversation gradually shifted to the topic Damien had been hoping for. He replied, feigning nonchalance.

"I’m alright. I only recently realized you were right about some things you used to say. Work is never-ending, and so is making money, so I’ve decided to let go of what needs to be let go. And sure enough, I feel a lot lighter."

Zeke looked at him earnestly. "Really? Even a money-making machine like you can have that kind of epiphany. So what did you let go of? Tell me about it."

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