My Child and I Married a Billionaire

As she finished speaking, Cecelia Archer glanced at Damien Vaughn.

She saw him about to cut the watermelon without even washing the rind and stopped him.

"Let me do it. You’re not feeling well, so you should avoid getting your hands wet. Go sit outside and wait. No one will think you’re being rude."

Damien Vaughn didn’t argue. He naturally let her take the knife and watched from the side.

Cecelia rinsed the watermelon, deftly sliced it into several wedges, and placed them on a plate. The splashing water wet her clothes.

"Your shirt is wet. There’s an apron here, want to put it on?"

Cecelia was wearing a white top today, and it became quite noticeable after getting wet, clinging to her body.

’With the cameras rolling, it wouldn’t be good if netizens took a screenshot.’

"There’s an apron? Then I’d better put it on."

The production team had prepared three aprons for them. Cecelia’s was pink and hanging on the wall.

Damien Vaughn casually took it down. He reached around Cecelia’s front, hung the apron around her neck, then wrapped the two ties around her waist, loosely tying them at the small of her back.

"I’ll go wait outside then."

He carried the watermelon out first.

The bullet comments exploded.

"Those two are DEFINITELY a thing. Did you see the way President Vaughn tied that apron for her? It was so smooth and seamless!"

"What is going on? What is he even here for today? Don’t tell me he’s here to declare his sovereignty?"

"Since Mr. Sherman and President Vaughn are friends, he must know something about their situation. How can Mr. Sherman still film a show with this woman under these circumstances?"

"Oh come on, if you know, you know. It’s all for the drama. Guaranteed to trend. I bet this is the show’s big highlight today. The three of them are definitely going to be a trending topic."

"OMG, this morning I was just saying the show was getting boring and wasn’t as good as yesterday, and now this afternoon the drama is back! Mr. Sherman really picked the right show to be on, he’s about to blow up!"

Cecelia chatted with Julian Sherman as she washed and cut the rest of the fruit. She brought it out, and the three of them sat together, eating and talking.

"What’s the plan for later?"

Julian Sherman said they were going go-karting. He invited Damien Vaughn to join, and Damien immediately agreed.

"Sure. It’s just been a while, so I’m a little rusty."

"We booked it for 3:00, and it’s already 2:30. If we’re going, we need to leave now. Do you want to go get ready or change your clothes?"

Julian Sherman reminded Damien Vaughn.

Damien Vaughn’s top was too loose. Plus, it was a hoodie, which would be uncomfortable under the professional racing suit. He planned to put on a T-shirt underneath.

"I’m going to go put on another layer. Wait one minute for me."

As he said this, he stood up to leave, but Cecelia Archer called out to him.

"Wait. It’s cold and windy outside today. Your cold isn’t better yet, you shouldn’t go."

Damien Vaughn: "...I’m not that delicate. I’ve already taken my medicine."

"But you just took it. If you go out into the wind right after taking medicine, it’ll get worse tonight. You’re not a child anymore, do you have to go play right now? You can always go another day."

But Damien Vaughn just wanted to go today.

’Does Cecelia really not understand what he’s thinking?’

Seeing her paired up with someone else made him uncomfortable. He just wanted to be with her.

"But I already agreed with Julian."

Cecelia turned her head to look at Julian Sherman. "Isn’t it enough to have me go with you? Do you have to drag a sick person along?"

Julian Sherman held up his hands in surrender.

"I was just making a casual offer. It’s your decision whether you go or not. Just don’t blame me if you have a fever tonight. I can’t take that responsibility."

Damien Vaughn’s brow furrowed.

"You’re right, I’m not a child anymore. Why would I be so delicate? Wait one minute for me."

As he spoke, he started to leave again, and Cecelia stood up.

"Why are you so stubborn? If you absolutely have to go, you need to wear something thicker. Are you wearing long johns? Those pants are too thin. It’ll be windy in an open area."

’Long johns? Where would Damien Vaughn even get long johns?’

He was usually either in a car or in a temperature-controlled room.

Besides, even if he owned long johns, he wouldn’t have brought them here.

"What are long johns?"

The bullet comments burst into laughter. "HAHAHA."

"The great President Vaughn wears long johns? That’s hilarious! I can’t imagine what his tall, ascetic-looking figure would look like with thermal underwear on underneath!"

"I’m telling you, this woman is way too nosy, isn’t she? Who is she to President Vaughn? She’s even managing his long johns?"

"Gotta say, she’s right though. It really is cold today. Our Mr. Sherman is wearing so little, I wonder if he’s cold? Why is no one asking about him?"

"Oh my god. Celebrities wear jackets in the summer and skirts in the winter. I thought they were just built different and couldn’t feel the temperature. Turns out they get cold too."

Damien Vaughn was left speechless by Cecelia’s question for a few seconds. Too embarrassed to look directly at the camera, he could only call out to her pitifully.

"Cecelia."

The implication was, ’Please, give me a break.’

But Cecelia knew he wasn’t a celebrity. He was just making an appearance on the show and had to go back to work afterward.

’If he doesn’t take his medicine properly, what if he gives it to Candy?’

"Fine, I’ll find a military greatcoat for you. Don’t complain that it’s ugly, just wear it over your clothes, okay?"

Seeing that she had compromised, and that she really was looking out for him, Damien Vaughn nodded frantically.

Cecelia stepped forward again and touched his forehead.

It was really hot. And his eyes were very red.

She sighed. "Are you sure you’re not lying? You really took your medicine?"

"I really did. But it’s true, it hasn’t even been half an hour."

"Alright. I’ll bring some extra hot water for you."

Cecelia got a huge thermos from the production team, filled it with hot water, and the three of them finally set off.

Cecelia sat in the middle, with the two men on either side of her. The netizens couldn’t help but comment again.

"She’s so lucky. If I could be surrounded by two handsome men like that, I could die happy."

"What do I do? I’m suddenly starting to ship this woman and President Vaughn. One is a nagging housewife, the other is a henpecked husband. They’re just like my parents."

"And haven’t you noticed? Mr. Sherman’s interactions with her are very formal. But President Vaughn is a different story."

"Why do I feel like Mr. Sherman’s presence has diminished so much since President Vaughn arrived? If this wasn’t a livestream, they probably wouldn’t even cut to his shots."

"Help, the guest Mr. Sherman found is really something else. He’s basically turned himself into the second male lead. How are we supposed to stan him now?"

"If you ask me, Mr. Sherman should just be the bigger person and quit the show. I’m actually curious to see what would happen between this woman and President Vaughn if they keep filming."

As if granting everyone’s wish, when they got to the go-kart track—whether it was because Julian Sherman was having a streak of bad luck or was just too out of practice—his speed was absurdly fast. While taking a corner, he actually drove his kart off the track.

Although the safety measures were good and there were plenty of barriers outside the track, he still got injured.

A dislocated wrist.

Even though they immediately found an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor to set it back in place, he announced on the spot that he didn’t want to film the show anymore.

"I’m too tired. I didn’t rest at all last year, no break for the New Year, and no rest since the New Year either. I’ve worked for over 400 days straight. If this keeps up, I’m going to die..."

Right at that moment, the show chose to end, leaving the audience with a cliffhanger.

One would have expected his fans to react strongly, to condemn the studio and his manager, cursing them for overworking their idol.

Instead, the comments section was completely peaceful.

"It’s good for him to get some rest. Just let President Vaughn take over filming this show. I think he and this woman have better chemistry."

"Our Mr. Sherman really knows how to do the gracious thing. He even sacrificed his arm for the Vaughn Group. The Vaughn Group better remember to pay him for it."

"You’ve worked hard, Mr. Sherman. Go home and get some good rest. Watch the show with the rest of us! Muah."

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