My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 219

Chapter 219: Chapter 219: I Think I Saw Damien Vaughn

Cecelia Archer needed money—desperately needed money—but she had her limits.

Besides, she had a child, and she had Shane Grant, who had given everything for her. She could never do something like this.

It was sad, really. She’d been through this so many times she’d become experienced at it.

It was just the two of them in the room. A direct refusal would certainly make President Miller lose face, maybe even fly into a rage.

If that happened, she’d be no match for him.

So after President Miller spoke, his eyes darting, Cecelia offered a polite smile.

"Thank you for this opportunity, President Miller, and for finding me worthy. Then it’s settled. Please, have a seat and wait a moment. I’m just going to go get ready."

As she spoke, she moved to get up and leave, but President Miller pressed her back down.

’She really came fully prepared. No wonder she’s dressed so beautifully—it was all for this moment. Girls these days...’

"Aren’t you already prepared?"

President Miller’s large hand slid over her delicate shoulder.

"We can just do it here. I like it bright~"

Cecelia feigned shyness and dodged his hand.

"It’s my first time, after all. Please, let me prepare myself. Don’t be impatient. I’ll be right back."

Her shy act, her face flushed with a suggestive blush, only made her more alluring.

President Miller wished he could devour her on the spot.

"Fine, go get ready. There’s a bathroom in there. I’ll go with you."

"Hey, I wanted to prepare alone precisely because I’d be embarrassed if you watched~"

"What’s there to be embarrassed about? Won’t I be seeing every part of you in a little while anyway?"

As if Cecelia already belonged to him, President Miller reached for her chest. Cecelia shot to her feet.

"You know how it is. A girl’s evening gown has its little secrets. I’d be mortified if you saw. President Miller, please, just give me a little space."

Her mix of shyness and coquettishness was driving President Miller wild.

"Baby, you’re just too beautiful. We’re definitely going to have a great time tonight. Okay, okay, I’ll give you your space. Go on now, but be quick."

With a sleazy expression, he yanked off his tie and reached for his belt buckle.

Disgusted, Cecelia quickly averted her gaze.

"Don’t be so hasty. I’ll just go check if anyone is outside. It wouldn’t be good if someone suddenly walked in."

Cecelia lifted the hem of her gown and ran for the door.

She hadn’t realized it until she tried to run, but her legs felt like jelly. She had no strength, and with a THUD, she collapsed onto the floor.

The ceiling, which had seemed perfectly normal moments ago, was now spinning. Her chest felt tight, and her heart was pounding erratically.

As someone with medical knowledge, Cecelia realized something was wrong with her.

She was either having a stroke, or she had been drugged.

A stroke was impossible—she was only twenty-three. That meant...

But since she’d arrived, she hadn’t touched anything except for the bottle of mineral water Lena had given her!

Seeing her fall, President Miller tossed his suit trousers to the floor, kicked off his leather shoes, and ran over in his socks.

"Baby, didn’t you say you were going to get ready? Why are you suddenly lying here? Playing hard to get? Or are you just that eager? You little minx~"

Though Cecelia had no strength and felt dizzy and panicked, she was still conscious. She pushed weakly at President Miller.

"Don’t touch me. I don’t feel well."

Not only did President Miller not back away, he leaned in closer, feigning concern.

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