My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Chapter 33: It’s Not Easy for Him to Earn Money

"Miss Archer?"

Getting out of the car, she saw two extraordinarily distinguished figures, and Cecelia Archer recognized them at a glance.

She wasn’t sure if it was because Veridia was too small or their business scope was too wide, but it was quite a surprise. ’Why do I keep running into them lately?’

"Why aren’t you going in? What are you two doing?"

As Cecelia Archer spoke, she noticed the box of medicine in Ryan’s hand.

For once, she wasn’t wearing that same old uniform. Today, she had on a white T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. Her hair was simply tied up in a bun on top of her head.

It was a simple, fresh look, making her resemble a college student. Ryan genuinely enjoyed looking at her face.

"Oh, it’s nothing. Just a bit of a cold, so I bought some medicine. Are you here for dinner too, Miss Archer?"

He knew Cecelia Archer was now Mr. Lee’s key team member and figured Mr. Lee had brought her along for the meal.

Cecelia Archer waved the phone in her hand. "No, I’m just dropping something off for my boss."

She saw the names of the medications—they were for fever and inflammation.

’I didn’t realize their line of work was so demanding. Having to work while sick with a cold...’

As someone who had once studied medicine, she couldn’t help but want to give a reminder when she saw a sick person about to attend a dinner party.

"Are you two running a fever? What’s the temperature? You can’t drink alcohol after taking these two medications. You’re not planning on drinking later, are you?"

She just went on and on.

It was the dinner rush, and another group of guests got out of their car and walked over.

Damien Vaughn couldn’t stand this kind of nagging, dawdling behavior in public.

Seeing how eager the two of them were to chat, he strode into the lobby.

"Hey, Pres—"

The medicine hadn’t been delivered, and Ryan was anxious enough to call out to Damien Vaughn. But with Cecelia Archer there, he forced the rest of the name back down.

Watching the president stride away, he shook his head with worry.

"I know you can’t drink when you have a fever, but... Miss Archer, could I trouble you to take the medicine inside for him?"

He knew that Cecelia Archer was dropping something off for either Mr. Lee or Mr. Jordan.

Both of them were sharp cookies; if they knew President Vaughn was sick, neither would dare let him drink.

Cecelia Archer thought Ryan was simply asking her to give the medicine to Damien Vaughn. Since it was a matter of health and safety, she immediately rushed inside after him.

Luckily, Damien Vaughn hadn’t gone far, and Cecelia Archer caught up to him with a short jog.

"Ryan asked me to bring this medicine in for you. Here, take it. Work is important, but your health is more important. Show the medicine to the clients during dinner, and they definitely won’t force you to drink. It’s just this once, so they should be understanding. Don’t be so stubborn and try to tough it out."

’Didn’t she say she’d draw a clear line after the divorce and never bother me again?’

’What is she doing now?’

Damien Vaughn glanced at the inexplicably enthusiastic Cecelia Archer, who seemed to be coincidentally everywhere. He didn’t respond to her, nor did he take the medicine, and simply stepped into the private room.

Cecelia Archer followed him to the door of the private room and stopped. ’What is wrong with this guy?’ she thought. ’We may be divorced, but I wasn’t saying anything out of line, and I wasn’t even standing that close to him. Does he have to be so cold? He won’t even take something that could save his life?’

’Fine, don’t take it. If he’s so determined to risk his health, let him.’

She took out her phone and started looking for the room based on the location Mr. Jordan had sent.

But when she checked, what a coincidence—it was this very room.

’So the clients Damien has to entertain tonight are Mr. Lee and Mr. Jordan!’

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