My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: Don’t Flatter Yourself

After dealing with President Miller and Lena, the crowd dispersed, and Wyatt Wynn finally remembered he had a score to settle with Cecelia Archer.

But one look at Damien Vaughn’s face, as grim and cold as the King of Hell’s, made him think better of it.

"How did you get here?" he asked, his tone shifting to concern for Cecelia Archer.

"I drove myself."

Though still dizzy and shaken, she felt much better than before. Cecelia Archer looked at Wyatt Wynn and said sincerely,

"Thank you. I’m truly, very grateful for tonight."

’At least you know how to be civil.’

’Ah, whatever. She’s a girl, after all.’ Wyatt Wynn had always been magnanimous with women, so he just waved his hand dismissively.

"Alright, you should thank Vaughn instead. I’m outta here."

In the blink of an eye, only the two of them were left in the room.

Damien Vaughn hadn’t expected they would meet again so soon.

Just this morning, he had sworn he would never see her again.

But Cecelia Archer always found some new way to grab his attention.

"I’m sorry, President Vaughn."

For some reason, once the fear from tonight’s events subsided, Cecelia Archer felt the person she had wronged the most was Damien Vaughn.

It was as if she had brought him shame, tarnishing his name.

She found it strange that she would feel this way, but the feeling was there nonetheless.

Damien Vaughn glanced at her fully exposed shoulders and her two bare arms, then snorted coldly.

"What do you have to be sorry to me for? If you like degrading yourself, that’s your business. I shouldn’t have meddled today."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

"Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t step in tonight for your sake. I would have helped any other woman in danger."

Cecelia Archer wouldn’t get the wrong idea. She was well aware he wasn’t short on women.

"I understand."

’Understand? What the hell do you understand?’

Damien Vaughn had spoken out of spite, and her simple reply only made him feel even more suffocated.

"You’re coming with me."

Cecelia Archer didn’t know where he was taking her. It was late; by all rights, she should be heading home.

But he had just helped her out. Leaving like this would make her seem incredibly ungrateful.

Cecelia Archer stood up, but her head was still spinning. That, combined with her high heels, caused her to stumble.

Although Damien Vaughn wasn’t looking at her, he still subconsciously reached out to steady her.

"I used to have Zeke Walton deliver these kinds of clothes to your door, and you acted so unwilling. Now you seem to have developed a taste for them."

Cecelia Archer was speechless.

Damien Vaughn impatiently lowered his gaze. "Take off the shoes."

Cecelia Archer didn’t know what he was planning.

’The heels are high, but they’re still shoes. If I take them off, I can’t just walk around barefoot, can I?’

"President Vaughn..."

"I said take them off, so take them off."

Cecelia Archer had no choice but to sit back down and take off her high heels.

His gaze fell on the sparkling high heels. After a two-second pause, Damien Vaughn grabbed them. With two loud CRACKS, he smashed the shoes violently against the floor, and the heels broke off.

In the next moment, Damien Vaughn handed them back to her—now a pair of sparkling flats.

Cecelia Archer hadn’t expected that was possible. She hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you, President Vaughn."

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