Cecelia Archer hurried forward two steps, standing on her tiptoes to peer into the shop.
Unfortunately, the voice was coming from the back kitchen, so she couldn’t see a thing.
She suddenly remembered Ryan and the legal team back at the hotel.
’I forgot I have company.’ "Please give me five cups."
Sherry turned and shouted back to Damien Vaughn, "Brother, another five cups!"
This time, Damien Vaughn didn’t understand her order.
He lifted the door curtain, revealing half his face.
"Sorry, let me just confirm. Is that first cup part of the same order as these five? So, is that five cups total, or six?"
Sherry was also a bit confused by what Cecelia Archer meant, so she quickly turned to ask her.
"Excuse me, is that five cups or six in total?"
Cecelia Archer’s attention wasn’t on the number of drinks at all. She had definitely heard Damien Vaughn’s voice!
She was certain—that was Damien Vaughn’s voice! She’d found him!
From this angle, she couldn’t see Damien Vaughn’s face. She broke into a run and dashed into the shop, leaving Sherry stunned for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, Cecelia Archer was inside the shop, heading straight for the area behind the counter.
Sherry tried to stop her, but Cecelia pushed her hand away and walked right up to Damien Vaughn, staring intently at his face.
It was him!
It was the Damien Vaughn she had been thinking about day and night for over two months!
He had abandoned her and their daughter, abandoned the entire company, and she had thought he’d run into some insurmountable problem, trapped in a foreign country and unable to return.
But here he was, perfectly fine. Not only was nothing wrong, but he had opened a shop here, and business was booming...
Cecelia Archer had hoped he was safe, had even prayed he was doing well. But seeing him and Sherry—one in the back kitchen, the other at the counter—working together so seamlessly, she was stunned. And then, a wave of jealousy washed over her.
She couldn’t believe Damien Vaughn had betrayed her again!
"So this is where you’ve been. No wonder no one could find you. You’ve been here all along!"
Damien Vaughn was taken aback by the woman who had appeared out of nowhere, and by her gaze and tone.
’This woman is young, very beautiful, and she seems to know me...’
"Do we know each other?"
’What? Doesn’t he know me? How could he not know me?’
His face, his voice—not a single thing had changed!
Oh, no. He was paler than before, and thinner.
’But how could he say he doesn’t know me?’
"What do you mean? Damien Vaughn, have you run out of tricks? Pretending you don’t know me? Did my sudden appearance interrupt something? Can’t explain me to her? Is that why you’re too scared to admit you know me?"
Cecelia Archer was on the verge of a breakdown.
She had been searching for him for so long, shouldering so much pressure at the company.
For his sake, she had dropped everything—the company, their daughter—and crossed an ocean to find him. And what was the result? He was pretending not to know her!
"Is it possible you’ve mistaken me for someone who just looks like me?"
The truth was, Damien Vaughn was filled with questions about his own identity every day. He desperately wanted to know who he was.
But life’s pressures forced him to focus on earning money first.
Now that someone had suddenly appeared claiming to know him, he was actually overjoyed. He was eager to solve the mystery of his past.
However, he couldn’t just accept it blindly. He asked Cecelia Archer cautiously.
"Or, to put it another way, do you have any concrete proof of who I am?"
"Do I fucking need proof to know who you are? I’d know you even if you were reduced to ashes!"
Cecelia Archer suddenly flew into a rage. The sight of Damien Vaughn wearing the same style of apron as Sherry was jarring, and she reached out to rip it off him.


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