My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Only Want to Look at Her

From this angle, with him bent over and leaning in front of her, it looked as if...

Cecelia Archer was instantly reminded of some R-rated scenes from their past, and she grew incredibly embarrassed. But she couldn’t push Damien Vaughn away.

"I told you, you should have gotten a check-up. The doctor already wrote up the order. You... stand up straight, and I’ll help you back."

Damien Vaughn had no intention of going back. He swung a long leg over and got on the motorcycle.

"It’s not from the fall. I’m just exhausted. I’ll be fine after some rest. Don’t say another word, just take me back."

If Cecelia Archer hadn’t slept for eight hours right beside him just last night, she might have actually fallen for his act.

She was speechless for a few seconds. "President Vaughn, do you have some kind of hidden condition you don’t want me to know about? Relax, I won’t tell a soul. We’re already at the hospital. If you’re feeling unwell, you need to see a doctor. You can’t just avoid it!"

Damien Vaughn slumped against her shoulder. He thought that while she was very conscientious about his health, she was being a little *too* conscientious.

"Miss Linden, I have an international video conference at eleven o’clock that I must attend on time. There’s only half an hour left. If I’m late, you’ll be responsible."

Cecelia was flabbergasted.

’No good deed goes unpunished.’

If he was willing to risk his life for work, then not even the heavens could help him!

They sped all the way back, and just before eleven, Cecelia Archer got him back to his room on time.

Damien Vaughn sprawled on the sofa. Cecelia moved the laptop in front of him and turned it on.

"I’ll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you’re not feeling well after the meeting."

As she turned to leave, Damien Vaughn’s gaze fell on her simple camisole, her slender arms and legs. He recalled the feeling of being pressed so close to her just moments before, and he was extremely reluctant to let her go.

"Not so fast. Get me a bottle of water."

Cecelia quickly got him a bottle of water from the fridge.

Damien Vaughn didn’t take it. "My hands are too weak. Open it for me."

’Wasn’t this the same man who’d just insisted on leaving the hospital? And now he couldn’t even open a water bottle?’

Cecelia couldn’t be bothered to comment on his act. She twisted the cap open and handed the bottle to him.

Damien Vaughn glanced down at it. "Why is this cold? I only drink room-temperature water."

"..."

Cecelia could only put the cold water down, get him another bottle, and twist the cap off.

"How’s this, President Vaughn?"

Damien Vaughn languidly accepted it. He took a sip, and his brows immediately furrowed again.

"This tastes awful. I’d rather have coffee. Go make me a cup."

’How did I never notice how high-maintenance he is? Is he even thirsty?’

Cecelia was speechless, but then she remembered he was covering all the expenses for this trip and had also invested in Zeke Walton’s project. ’Fine, whatever...’ she thought.

The presidential suite was fully equipped. She easily found the coffee beans and the coffee maker. Just as she was about to use the machine, Damien Vaughn’s languid voice drifted over again.

"I only drink hand-ground. And grind it a little longer than usual."

"..."

’Is he even going to have his meeting? Why is he being such a pain?’

Fortunately, having lived with the Vaughn Family for a time, she had seen Mrs. King do this before, so Cecelia managed to grind him a cup of coffee without too much trouble.

Damien Vaughn was reviewing a document on his laptop. He took the cup, had a sip, and, as expected, frowned again.

"Why is it so bitter? You didn’t add any milk?"

’You didn’t say you wanted milk!’

Cecelia wasn’t a professional barista; she didn’t know how much milk to add. Damien Vaughn instructed her.

"I like a 70/30 blend of bitter to sweet. You’re clever enough, taste it and figure it out."

Cecelia could only eyeball the amount of coffee, add a splash of milk, and stir.

Damien Vaughn took another sip. "You added it too late. The flavor is wrong now."

He handed the coffee back to her.

’Damien Vaughn must have actually damaged his brain in that crash!’

"Go to the supermarket to buy groceries for you? Cook in the hotel kitchen? President Vaughn, do you have any idea what you’re saying?"

"Of course I do. I can’t stomach food from outside. I’ve already suffered through two such meals. Any more and I’ll get sick. You don’t want me to get sick, do you?"

Damien Vaughn said, leaning back like a king on his throne.

"I’m familiar with your cooking, and it’s agreeable enough to my palate. It’s just a bit of an inconvenience, but I can wait. I have the patience for it. I’ll have to trouble you, Miss Linden."

’You might have the patience, but I don’t!’

Just as Cecelia was about to snap back, Damien Vaughn cut her off.

"That document I was just looking at... it was the new data sheet submitted by the Grant Group. It looks like there might be an issue with one of the figures."

’He’s using work to pressure me again!’

Cecelia didn’t know if there was a real problem or not, but it didn’t matter. Once President Vaughn had spoken, the file would be rejected, and her team would have to re-audit the entire thing, from the very first step to the last.

Not only would it be a huge waste of time and effort, but it was also highly likely that he was just messing with her...

"Understood, President Vaughn. What would you like to eat? I’ll go and buy the ingredients right away."

"I don’t know. I never set foot in a kitchen, so I’m not familiar with the names of ingredients. How about this: you can help me up, and I’ll go with you to the store."

Cecelia was about to lose her mind.

’It was already this late, and not only did she have to go grocery shopping, but she also had to prop up this pampered prince?’

"Why don’t I just pick out a few things based on what you used to like? That way you won’t have to trouble yourself with a trip to the store."

Damien Vaughn said with a wicked grin, "It’s not every day we’re in Sudland. We have to try the local specialties. I want to choose them myself."

"You don’t want me to go, Miss Linden. Is it because you find me burdensome? Or are you afraid people will see us together and get the wrong idea about our relationship?"

’Fine, fine, fine! Forget I said anything. We’ll go, we’ll go! Happy now?!’

Cecelia really didn’t want to waste another breath arguing with him. She grabbed his arm, pulled it over her shoulders, and steadied her hand on his waist.

"Of course not. Let’s go, esteemed President Vaughn."