My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: The Feeling From 4 Years Ago

It was already 8:50 PM, but Doris hadn’t called.

Cecelia was on edge, terrified something had happened to her friend. She tried sending her a message, and it was several minutes before Doris finally replied.

Just as she’d feared, her friend was in trouble.

"He insisted on dragging me to a club after dinner. I’m at DL now. He called several other guys over, and I’m so drunk I can’t take it anymore. Cecelia, you have to come quick! If all else fails, call the police for me."

This was unacceptable.

That old creep was clearly up to no good.

Cecelia rushed to tell Shane Grant, "Can you watch the kids for a bit? I have to go out. A friend of mine drank too much and asked me to pick her up."

Shane Grant was worried about Cecelia going out alone.

"Give me your friend’s location and phone number. I’ll have someone pick her up."

But Cecelia didn’t want to trouble him. "It’s okay, I’ll be right back. Thank you."

She hailed a taxi and raced to Club DL. After finding the private room Doris had mentioned, she stood outside the door and called her friend’s phone.

But whether Doris didn’t hear it or something else was wrong, she didn’t pick up, even after several tries.

She had no choice but to push the door and go in.

The room was a wreck and dimly lit, but it was completely empty.

’That’s weird. Doris said she was in this room, so why is it empty?’

’Could she have been so drunk that she read the room number wrong?’

Not daring to be careless, Cecelia began checking the private rooms one by one, but she came up empty after searching several.

At each one, she’d pretend she’d made a mistake and back out.

Until she pushed open the door to yet another suite.

Unlike the noisy chaos in the other rooms, this one was brightly lit, clean, and quiet. There was only a tall man reclining on the sofa.

His shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing a lean, powerful chest. Under the lights, his chiseled face had a strange, feverish flush.

He seemed hot and deeply uncomfortable, running his hands through his hair in frustration. His long, straight legs had kicked the coffee table a great distance away.

Cecelia froze. ’Isn’t that Damien?’

’I can’t believe I’ve run into him here again. He looks like he’s...’

She walked in without thinking. Even before she got close, she could smell the heavy stench of alcohol.

Worried that he was sick, Cecelia tried calling out to him.

"Damien? Mr. Damien, what’s wrong? Are you...?"

Damien Vaughn’s mind was in a fog. His entire body felt like it was on fire, a searing heat burning from the inside out.

’This is torture.’ He wanted to call someone to help him into a cold shower, but no sound would come out. All he could feel was an unholy fire rampaging through his body.

Just as he was about to lose himself to the torment, a soft, pleasant voice reached his ears.

Damien Vaughn groggily opened his eyes. ’Is that her?’

Cecelia saw his labored breathing and the air of agitation around him. It wasn’t just his face that was flushed; his neck and chest were red, too. Thinking he was ill, she moved closer.

"What on earth is wrong? Are you feeling sick, or is this an allergic reaction? Why are you so flushed?"

Before she could finish, Damien Vaughn lunged forward and grabbed her wrist.

His grip was rough, and he yanked Cecelia into his embrace.

Soft. Cool. Fragrant. As Damien pressed against her, his scorching skin finally found some relief.

He buried his face in Cecelia’s hair and growled in a low, heavy voice, "Don’t move."

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