My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315: Chapter 315: Even If It’s Delicious, You Shouldn’t Get It On Your Face

Because Damien Vaughn ate in the cafeteria every day, the Vaughn Group’s cafeteria served excellent food with an incredible variety of dishes.

Damien Vaughn led Cecelia Archer by the hand down the wide aisle, right up to the serving counters, and started explaining the options to her.

"We have several regional cuisines, like Sichuan, Shandong, Huaiyang, and Dongbei. Which one are you in the mood for?"

Cecelia Archer knew the Vaughn Group was loaded, but she never imagined it was *this* loaded.

The spread was dazzling, and the food at every station looked incredibly tempting. ’If I ate like this every day,’ she thought, ’I can’t imagine how much weight I’d gain.’

Cecelia Archer couldn’t decide. "Which one are you getting?"

"I’m having the Huaiyang-style dishes," Damien Vaughn said.

"Then I’ll have the same as you."

They went to the Huaiyang counter together. The woman behind the counter skillfully plated a few of Damien Vaughn’s favorite dishes, then looked over at Cecelia Archer with a wide grin.

"President Vaughn, is this your girlfriend? Is it her first time visiting the company? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before."

"She’s my wife. You’ll be seeing her around often."

"Oh my, your wife! When did you two get married? You never said a word, or we would have all pitched in for a gift!"

"That’s not necessary. We don’t have plans for a wedding ceremony right now, but thank you for the thought."

"Oh, I was just saying! It’s not like I actually gave you anything, so what’s there to thank me for? It’s our first time meeting, so I don’t have a proper gift for you. Here, let me give you some extra food! Look at you, you’re so skinny. You need to eat more. A little more weight on you is good for your health—and makes it easier to have a baby!"

Cecelia Archer hadn’t expected the cafeteria lady to be so amusing and chatty. She accepted the gesture with a cheerful smile.

As the plate was passed over the counter, Damien Vaughn took it for her and asked.

"Do you want some soup? Let’s get some."

The woman behind the counter enthusiastically chimed in.

"Yes, get some! The soup here isn’t just an afterthought. It’s a rich bone broth that’s been simmering all morning. It’s really good for you! You have to try some!"

Cecelia Archer smiled and nodded at the woman, then turned to Damien Vaughn.

"Why don’t you go find a table? I’ll get the soup."

Damien Vaughn’s usual spot was, as always, being saved for him, so he walked right over.

’He knew full well that Cecelia could handle anything. She could even lead a group of men in manual labor at a place like Windmount. But now that she was his wife, he couldn’t even bear the thought of her carrying two bowls of soup.’

Damien Vaughn set down his tray and immediately walked back to Cecelia Archer, taking the soup bowls from her hands.

"Is it hot? Be careful. Let me."

They returned to the table and sat down across from each other. Cecelia Archer leaned in and whispered furtively.

"Can you stop being so dramatic? I’m not that fragile. Everyone’s staring at us."

Without looking up, Damien Vaughn neatly arranged her chopsticks and placed them in her hand.

"Let them look. What’s wrong with me doting on my own wife? Why should I hide it? Now, hurry and eat. Even a complete stranger can see you’re too skinny."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

She lowered her head and started eating. After a couple of bites, Damien Vaughn asked if it was good. Cecelia Archer honestly replied that it was delicious.

It was just that there were too many eyes on her, and it was making her feel incredibly self-conscious.

"But even if it’s delicious, you don’t have to get it all over your face."

Just as she was feeling all those eyes on her, Damien Vaughn reached out and gently touched the corner of her mouth.

Two grains of rice were stuck to the corner of her mouth. Damien Vaughn picked them off and popped them into his own mouth.

"It’s true, though," he said. "Your bowl does seem sweeter than mine."

Cecelia Archer: "..."

At the same time, she could have sworn she heard faint gasps from the crowd, and the buzzing of gossip grew louder.

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