My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Sleep and Run?

Realizing her clothes were wet and sticking to her uncomfortably, she feebly reached out and started tugging at Damien Vaughn.

"So sticky... It’s uncomfortable..."

Their clothes were soaked, clinging to them so tightly they could feel every one of each other’s curves. And she was still tugging at him?

This woman was going to be the death of Damien Vaughn.

"What are you doing now?"

"Wow, so fair."

Cecelia Archer pulled his shirt off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of Damien Vaughn’s firm, toned chest, and suddenly laughed.

She stared at the patch of pale skin, marveling at it.

"It’s like tofu. So nice."

She even wanted to take a bite.

Seeing the suggestive look on her face, Damien Vaughn was genuinely afraid his self-control would shatter if this went on any longer. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and with a RIIIIP, yanked off her wet clothes.

He grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it, then threw his own wet clothes onto the floor.

"Go to sleep! If you don’t give me a reasonable explanation when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll have to answer to me!"

He carried Cecelia Archer into the bedroom, placed her on the bed, and covered her with the blanket. He turned to leave, but Cecelia grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going? Don’t go, I’m scared. There are ghosts, there are ghosts outside."

The curtains weren’t drawn. Outside the villa, a huge plane tree swayed in the wind, its branches and leaves casting shadows like a monster.

Cecelia Archer desperately pulled Damien Vaughn down, clinging to his neck.

"I’m scared. Stay with me. Please, stay with me."

Her slender, pale arms were wrapped around Damien Vaughn’s shoulders, her delicate, fair face nestled in the crook of his neck. The towel fell away, exposing a large expanse of her smooth, white back to his eyes.

The heat he had just managed to suppress rushed back in an instant.

Damien Vaughn was only human, after all—a healthy man in his prime.

His eyes darkened. He could no longer hold back. He lowered his head and descended upon her.

「At dawn」

Cecelia Archer’s head was splitting. She burrowed her face into her pillow a few times and slowly woke up.

But before she even opened her eyes, she felt that something was off.

’Why is this pillow so hard? Why does it feel so strange?’

She opened her eyes and—oh my god! That wasn’t a pillow she was nuzzling. It was a man’s chest—a pale, muscular man’s chest!

At this moment, she was using his arm as a pillow, with one hand wrapped around his waist and her head resting against his chest.

Cecelia Archer jumped in fright and quickly looked up.

Those sharp, handsome features, that face that radiated an imposing, noble aura even in sleep—it was her recently divorced "ex-husband," the famous male model from Veridia, Mr. Damien!

What...

’How could I... with him...’

Suppressing her astonishment, Cecelia Archer quickly tried to recall what happened. And it seemed to come back to her.

Last night, she had volunteered to drink on his behalf, then thrown up all over his car, and finally been brought here.

’So embarrassing! Mortifying!’

’I just wanted to do him a small favor to pay him back, but instead...’

’Never mind that he’s Claire Clark’s man. Even if he wasn’t, I never wanted anything like this to happen with him!’

’Forget it. What’s done is done. There’s no point dwelling on it.’

’He’s still asleep, and no one knows what happened. I’ll just pretend this was all a dream and sneak away.’

Cecelia Archer tiptoed out of bed. After looking around, she found a pile of clothes on the bathroom floor.

A man’s and a woman’s wet clothes were tangled together on the bathroom floor. A single glance was enough to conjure images of the previous night’s chaotic scene. Her face instantly turned as red as a tomato.

’Oh, Cecelia, Cecelia. Alcohol is a dangerous, dangerous thing. You need to use your brain next time!’

With no clothes to wear, Cecelia Archer could only take a shirt and a pair of pants from Damien Vaughn’s closet. While it was still not fully light out, she hurriedly fled the scene.

She rushed home, changed clothes, and hurried to the office, arriving just as the workday was beginning.

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