My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Making Dumplings

After practically scrambling up the mountain for over two hours, Cecelia Archer finally reached the summit a step ahead of Damien Vaughn.

Looking up, a magnificent temple appeared before her.

An antique plaque was painted with two large, gilded words: Harmony Church.

’Didn’t he say he had work to do at the summit?’

’Don’t tell me he came to burn incense and pray?’

Cecelia Archer stood her ground, waiting to see what kind of stunt Damien Vaughn was about to pull.

After a two-hour climb, the only change in Damien Vaughn was that he had unzipped his down jacket. It was as if climbing a mountain like this was no different than a walk on flat ground for him.

He breezed past Cecelia Archer with a relaxed expression and, sure enough, entered the temple.

After exchanging a few words with the monk at the entrance, he dropped a few red banknotes into the Merit Box and came out holding two handfuls of incense sticks.

"I heard this temple is really effective—any wish you make will come true. Want to join me?"

Cecelia Archer nearly choked.

’He tricked me into climbing this high up a mountain so early in the morning under the guise of work, all just to watch! Him! Offer! Incense!’

’He’s a modern, independent man, a highly educated scholar with a master’s degree, and he still believes in this nonsense?’

Although Cecelia Archer didn’t believe in it and really wanted to roast him, she subconsciously knew not to say anything disrespectful in a temple and swallowed her dissatisfaction.

A large deity statue stood in the center of the prayer hall, and the incense burner was full of ash.

Damien Vaughn walked over and began to light the incense.

Watching his tall, straight back and his somewhat pious expression, Cecelia Archer found herself uncontrollably following him inside.

’Well, I’m already here. I’ve been climbing for ages. Can’t let it be for nothing.’

’Better safe than sorry. I might as well pray too.’

She took half the incense sticks from Damien Vaughn’s hand. The two of them knelt on separate prayer cushions, each praying for their own wishes. In a few moments, the ritual was over.

Outside the prayer hall, Damien Vaughn glanced at Cecelia Archer and said quietly,

"Alright, you’re free to go."

Then he started down the steps of the mountain.

Cecelia Archer was about to lose her mind.

’People really shouldn’t have too much free time. It drives them crazy... I’d better find a way to keep President Vaughn busy.’

Without the urgency of the ascent, and with the expansive view from the top, going downhill should have been a pleasure.

But Cecelia Archer hardly ever climbed mountains, and her knees weren’t used to this kind of exercise.

She could manage the ascent by gritting her teeth, but the descent was a disaster.

Her legs were trembling so badly they felt like jelly. With every step, her body pitched forward. The steps were steep, and she had a fear of heights to begin with. She was drenched in sweat after less than ten minutes.

Damien Vaughn wasn’t faring much better.

His legs were simply too long. The steps were an awkward height—taking them one at a time bent his knees uncomfortably, but taking them two at a time, while fine on the way up, made it hard to control his momentum on the way down. Besides, it looked ridiculous...

After suffering in silence for a while, as if by telepathy, they both turned to look at each other at the same time.

In the interest of getting down the mountain alive, Cecelia Archer took the initiative and moved to his side.

"I’ll walk with you."

’That way, if her legs gave out and she accidentally fell, Damien Vaughn could catch her in time.’

As soon as she finished speaking, Damien Vaughn pulled her in front of him. Cecelia Archer was one step below him, and he rested his hands on her shoulders.

"If you want to walk with me, you’ll have to be my crutch. Let’s go."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

She would take a step down, and Damien Vaughn would follow.

Although her legs were still weak, being held back by his weight made the feeling of pitching forward disappear. It was much more comfortable.

Likewise, Damien Vaughn felt much more comfortable too—though not physically.

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