My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Only Want to Look at Her

From this angle, with him bent over and leaning in front of her, it looked as if...

Cecelia Archer was instantly reminded of some R-rated scenes from their past, and she grew incredibly embarrassed. But she couldn’t push Damien Vaughn away.

"I told you, you should have gotten a check-up. The doctor already wrote up the order. You... stand up straight, and I’ll help you back."

Damien Vaughn had no intention of going back. He swung a long leg over and got on the motorcycle.

"It’s not from the fall. I’m just exhausted. I’ll be fine after some rest. Don’t say another word, just take me back."

If Cecelia Archer hadn’t slept for eight hours right beside him just last night, she might have actually fallen for his act.

She was speechless for a few seconds. "President Vaughn, do you have some kind of hidden condition you don’t want me to know about? Relax, I won’t tell a soul. We’re already at the hospital. If you’re feeling unwell, you need to see a doctor. You can’t just avoid it!"

Damien Vaughn slumped against her shoulder. He thought that while she was very conscientious about his health, she was being a little *too* conscientious.

"Miss Linden, I have an international video conference at eleven o’clock that I must attend on time. There’s only half an hour left. If I’m late, you’ll be responsible."

Cecelia was flabbergasted.

’No good deed goes unpunished.’

If he was willing to risk his life for work, then not even the heavens could help him!

They sped all the way back, and just before eleven, Cecelia Archer got him back to his room on time.

Damien Vaughn sprawled on the sofa. Cecelia moved the laptop in front of him and turned it on.

"I’ll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you’re not feeling well after the meeting."

As she turned to leave, Damien Vaughn’s gaze fell on her simple camisole, her slender arms and legs. He recalled the feeling of being pressed so close to her just moments before, and he was extremely reluctant to let her go.

"Not so fast. Get me a bottle of water."

Cecelia quickly got him a bottle of water from the fridge.

Damien Vaughn didn’t take it. "My hands are too weak. Open it for me."

’Wasn’t this the same man who’d just insisted on leaving the hospital? And now he couldn’t even open a water bottle?’

Cecelia couldn’t be bothered to comment on his act. She twisted the cap open and handed the bottle to him.

Damien Vaughn glanced down at it. "Why is this cold? I only drink room-temperature water."

"..."

Cecelia could only put the cold water down, get him another bottle, and twist the cap off.

"How’s this, President Vaughn?"

Damien Vaughn languidly accepted it. He took a sip, and his brows immediately furrowed again.

"This tastes awful. I’d rather have coffee. Go make me a cup."

’How did I never notice how high-maintenance he is? Is he even thirsty?’

Cecelia was speechless, but then she remembered he was covering all the expenses for this trip and had also invested in Zeke Walton’s project. ’Fine, whatever...’ she thought.

The presidential suite was fully equipped. She easily found the coffee beans and the coffee maker. Just as she was about to use the machine, Damien Vaughn’s languid voice drifted over again.

"I only drink hand-ground. And grind it a little longer than usual."

"..."

’Is he even going to have his meeting? Why is he being such a pain?’

Fortunately, having lived with the Vaughn Family for a time, she had seen Mrs. King do this before, so Cecelia managed to grind him a cup of coffee without too much trouble.

Damien Vaughn was reviewing a document on his laptop. He took the cup, had a sip, and, as expected, frowned again.

"Why is it so bitter? You didn’t add any milk?"

’You didn’t say you wanted milk!’

Cecelia wasn’t a professional barista; she didn’t know how much milk to add. Damien Vaughn instructed her.

"I like a 70/30 blend of bitter to sweet. You’re clever enough, taste it and figure it out."

Cecelia could only eyeball the amount of coffee, add a splash of milk, and stir.

Damien Vaughn took another sip. "You added it too late. The flavor is wrong now."

He handed the coffee back to her.

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