My Child and I Married a Billionaire

After a full day of online buzz, it wasn’t just the Vaughn Group that was trending. The reality show, *Love in Progress*, also shot to the top of the charts on every major platform.

The show’s production team wasted no time. Just as Damien Vaughn got to his office, Ryan came in to speak with him.

"The advertising proposal from the production team is here. Miss Archer’s brief demonstration on the show yesterday generated fantastic publicity. President Vaughn, have you considered investing more?"

The Vaughn Group’s sudden viral fame had not only given a major boost to product sales but had also provided significant inspiration for their future sales strategies and management models.

Truth be told, they really did owe the show’s production team some advertising fees.

But since the production team had approached him, Damien Vaughn’s ambitions didn’t stop there.

"Have Julian Sherman’s manager come over. I want to speak with him, too."

After a short lunch break, Cecelia Archer and Julian Sherman reviewed the schedule for the afternoon’s shoot and got back to work.

"What a coincidence. A friend of mine lives right near here. Want to go pay him a visit with me?"

’They were supposed to go go-karting. Why the sudden change of plans to visit a friend?’

But the show was broadcasting live, so Cecelia Archer couldn’t very well interrupt him.

Together, they knocked on the door.

Cecelia Archer gave a polite bow, about to say "hello," but in the next second, she saw Damien Vaughn’s face.

"Y-You... What are you doing here?"

Damien Vaughn was wearing a loose black hoodie, black sweatpants, and a pair of slippers, with a mic clipped to his chest.

He glanced at her without a word before greeting Julian Sherman.

"Is it cold outside? Don’t just stand there. Come on in."

The two men high-fived and bumped fists like old friends, and Julian Sherman slipped on a pair of slippers before heading inside.

Cecelia Archer was still stunned.

’He knows Julian Sherman? And they’re this close? Why didn’t he say anything yesterday?’

’You’ve got to be kidding me!’

She wasn’t the only one who was shocked; the viewers online were stunned as well.

"Isn’t that the president of the Vaughn Group? Oh my god, what’s he doing on this show? And he knows Mr. Sherman!"

"Yeah, and they look really close. How did I not know they were friends? Mr. Sherman really kept this under wraps!"

"No wonder he was willing to plug the Vaughn Group yesterday. So they’re friends! Ah, it really is true... beautiful people stick together!"

"And here I was just thinking that I didn’t get to see enough of President Vaughn last night, and boom, he shows up today. Is he reading my mind? Did he do this just for me?"

"President Vaughn is so handsome today. Heavens, how does he look good in literally anything?"

"And he’s so tall! When Mr. Sherman stands next to him, he kind of gives off second-male-lead vibes. What do I do?"

"OMG, sis, you actually said it! I was thinking the exact same thing but didn’t have the nerve. Aren’t we going to hurt Mr. Sherman’s feelings?"

"Let’s just get President Vaughn to debut as an idol! Ahh, he’s so handsome! What am I going to do? I’ve only seen him twice and I’m already a total stan!"

"This girl is so lucky, I’m crying. Getting to see two hotties at once. She must have saved the galaxy in a past life, right?"

Damien Vaughn poured two glasses of water. Seeing Cecelia Archer still frozen in place, he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Is it really that shocking? Come have some water. There are slippers for you over there."

The slippers still had the tags on them; they were obviously brand new.

’Did he join the show at the last minute just to capitalize on yesterday’s buzz?’

Cecelia Archer really couldn’t figure out why he’d come. He used to hate being in the public eye.

She changed into the slippers, and as she took the glass of water from him, their fingertips brushed. Cecelia realized his hand was still burning hot.

He wasn’t wearing any makeup. His face was flushed and his eyes were bloodshot.

Cecelia Archer couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t you take any medicine? How are you still burning up?"

The live comments exploded again in absolute shock.

"What did she just say? I couldn’t quite hear. Did she say President Vaughn is sick? Why doesn’t he take better care of himself? I feel like I just ’met’ him, and now he’s sick. I’m so worried!"

"I was wondering why his face was so flushed! I thought he was wearing too much blush, but he’s actually sick. Oh, my Cutie Vaughn is a sickly pretty boy!"

"But... how does she know President Vaughn is sick?"

"Isn’t she his employee?"

"But President Vaughn didn’t finish work until after 10:00 last night!"

"Is it so impossible that they hung out after work or something? It’s perfectly normal to know your boss is sick, right?"

"Let’s hope so. *Sob,* please don’t let them do anything too scandalous. Her being shipped with Mr. Sherman is already more than I can handle. If President Vaughn gets added to the mix, I’ll go crazy with jealousy."

The words were barely out of her mouth when Damien Vaughn raised a hand to his own forehead, then reached out to touch Cecelia’s.

"Still hot? I took the medicine. I guess it hasn’t kicked in yet. How long does it usually take?"

Cecelia Archer looked at his flushed cheeks.

"About half an hour. How long have you been here?"

Damien Vaughn didn’t hide it. "Just got here."

"So you just took it?"

"Mmm."

"Then what were you doing all morning? Why didn’t you take it earlier?"

The moment Damien Vaughn got to the office that morning, he’d thrown himself into dealing with the advertising and negotiating a collaboration with Julian Sherman’s manager. He was running on pure adrenaline; who had time to think about medicine?

But he couldn’t say any of that on the show.

"In any case, I’ve taken it now. I’ll be fine in a little while, so don’t worry."

The live chat watched their interaction unfold.

"Why are they talking to each other like that? Aren’t they boss and employee? Why’s it seem like she’s the boss and President Vaughn is the one taking orders? Why is he so deferential to her?"

"Right? He’s so respectful, answering whatever she asks. Surely she doesn’t outrank him, does she?"

"Oh no, I hope I didn’t just speak it into existence. A second ago we were just saying how lucky this girl is... President Vaughn doesn’t actually like her, does he?"

"AHHH! Did anyone notice the way President Vaughn looks at her? He’s like a little schoolboy with a crush! I’m positive there’s something going on between them! My heart is shattered! My President Vaughn!"

Cecelia Archer sighed, exasperated, and handed the glass to him.

"You drink it. You need plenty of fluids to get over a cold faster. I just ate, so I’m not thirsty."

Damien Vaughn didn’t take it. "It’s fine, you drink it. I’ll go cut up some fruit for you two."

’It’s not every day I’m on a show,’ he thought. ’I should at least put in some effort.’

Besides, Damien Vaughn really didn’t know what else he was supposed to do.

He just wanted to be here.

With that, he headed for the kitchen, with Julian Sherman and Cecelia Archer following him.

"Let us help. What kind of fruit do you have?"

"Mangoes, watermelon, strawberries, and blueberries."

Julian Sherman piped up, "I love mangoes, and I’m a pro at cutting them. I’ll do it."

As he spoke, he grabbed the bag of mangoes and headed into the kitchen.

’The male lead is already in there,’ she thought. ’What am I doing just standing out here?’

"I’ll wash the strawberries, then," Cecelia Archer said, taking the strawberries and heading in as well.

Damien Vaughn followed, carrying the watermelon and blueberries.

The three of them stood in a row at the sink: Cecelia in the middle, with a man on either side of her.

As the wide shot panned across them, any trace of the couple-like chemistry between Julian and Cecelia from the day before vanished completely.

Now, all eyes were drawn to Damien Vaughn.

"AHHH, I really don’t want to betray Mr. Sherman, but President Vaughn is just so tall and handsome! Even the view of his back is incredible! I’m so in love, what do I do?"

"Mr. Sherman, you fool! You brought your own competition! I’m switching sides!"

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