My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Never Seen Such Ingratitude

’Cecelia found it truly bizarre.’

’She never knew Damien Vaughn knew so much about medicine. How had he become some kind of Demi Immortal overnight? And he even knew that coldness enters the body through the soles of the feet?’

’She hadn’t forgotten that part, but what was the use? She didn’t have any socks, did she?’

’Besides, wasn’t he a clean freak? How could he grab her feet with his bare hands!’

His hands were truly massive. Both of Cecelia’s feet fit into one of his palms with more than enough room to spare.

Even though he was only wearing a wool sweater, his hands were incredibly warm and dry.

She had to admit, being held like this felt really comfortable.

Acting on the human instinct to covet warmth, Cecelia didn’t pull away. She just looked into his eyes.

"But I don’t have any socks. Why are you so talkative today?"

Damien Vaughn didn’t answer her. "If you don’t have socks, why didn’t you tell me?"

Cecelia sat on his lap, her arms subconsciously hooking around his neck. The softness of her chest pressed against his, their mouths just inches apart.

Damien Vaughn gazed at her large, clear eyes, and his Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously a few times.

"I’ll go borrow some for you."

Cecelia was speechless.

In a dizzying whirl, Damien Vaughn picked her up, stuffed her back under the covers, and strode out of the hospital room.

"Don’t move. Just sit here and wait."

Cecelia sat on the bed, staring at the door to her room.

In less than two minutes, he returned with a pair of slightly worn white socks and a pair of nurse’s shoes.

"I couldn’t borrow any clothes, but I managed to get a pair of shoes and socks. You can go out now."

Maybe it was because the clear weather lifted everyone’s spirits, or maybe it was the novel sensation of walking on solid ground after so long.

As Cecelia left the hospital room, she felt incredibly cheerful and couldn’t help but greet everyone she passed.

Everyone had heard she was sick and had been unconscious for the past two days, so they had all been quite worried.

Seeing her emerge now, lively and energetic, they all responded with smiles.

Laughter and cheerful voices followed her wherever she went.

It didn’t feel like they were recuperating and waiting for post-disaster reconstruction; it was more like being on vacation.

Following everyone’s directions, Cecelia found Grandma King.

Thanks to Cecelia, she had only caught a bit of a chill and had a feverish cold, but she was all better now.

Reuniting after surviving the disaster, the old woman was deeply moved. She held Cecelia’s hand and thanked her again and again.

Cecelia told her not to be so formal and to just ask if she needed any help. Grandma King then said shyly,

"In that case, I’ll just tell you. Luna, I missed lunch, and I’m a little hungry. Could you find me something to eat?"

Cecelia immediately turned and went to find a nurse.

But the nurse said they didn’t have any food.

There were many disaster victims being treated there while waiting for reconstruction. Normally, the hospital didn’t provide meals, but for the past few days, they had been offering free food at mealtimes. However, it was now an awkward time in between.

To be honest, Cecelia wanted to find something to eat too. Her stomach was already growling with hunger.

She borrowed a pen and paper from the nurse, jotted down everyone’s clothing sizes, and went back to find Damien Vaughn.

"The floodwaters outside haven’t completely receded. Can we really get out?"

Damien Vaughn had his ways. He looked at Cecelia as if she were an idiot.

"If we couldn’t, would I be wasting my breath talking to you?"

"Oh, right. Then let’s go. Let’s go right now, I’m starving."

Just a moment ago, watching her chat with everyone, looking so carefree, Damien had thought she was made of iron and didn’t get hungry.

The hallways and stairwells were crowded with people.

Whether it was because he was used to being protected or simply out of chivalry, Damien kept a protective arm loosely around Cecelia the entire way downstairs.

Parked downstairs was a commercial van that sat high above the water level. He first opened the front passenger door, picked Cecelia up, and tossed her inside. Then, he opened a rear door and climbed over the seats into the driver’s side.

His movements were practiced; this clearly wasn’t his first time.

Cecelia was suddenly struck with emotion again.

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