Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 364

“Cecilia, Cecilia!”

Owen was hustling to keep up with Cecilia, his hands full with three insulated lunchboxes.

“Cecilia, don’t you like that car? Tell me what kind of car you do like, and I’ll get you a new one.”

Cecilia didn’t respond.

She arrived at the entrance of her shop, unlocked the roll-up door with her key, but before she could bend down to open it, Owen rushed forward and handed her the lunchboxes, saying, “Let me help. This door of your shop is quite heavy.”

Cecilia didn’t stop him. She watched as he pushed up the heavy door and then swung open the glass entrance.

“Thanks.”

Cecilia thanked him and returned the lunchboxes, then walked into the shop.

As soon as she entered, she opened all the windows, letting in the fresh air before turning on the air conditioning.

Owen was left grinning like a fool by her simple thank you.

Once she finished with the windows, she turned to look at him and found him still standing in the doorway, holding the lunchboxes and smiling stupidly.

Cecilia failed to say anything.

What had she done to make him so happy?

Perhaps feeling her silent gaze, Owen hurried over, looking at Cecilia with gentle eyes. The more he looked, the more beautiful he found his future wife. They were a perfect match, handsome man and beautiful woman. Their future child would surely be a delight for all who saw them!

“Cecilia, this is the breakfast I prepared for you.”

Owen remembered the reason for his early visit was to deliver the breakfast he had personally prepared for Cecilia.

Although his culinary skills could not compete with his rival, he knew that the men of the Anderson family were generally good cooks.

However, the rarity was that he had personally cooked.

In his entire life, the only people who had enjoyed a breakfast made by him were Ruby and now Cecilia.

Ruby preferred exquisite breakfasts, while Cecilia enjoyed snack-style foods, particularly exotic- style breakfasts.

Exotic-style breakfasts were more diverse, requiring more effort to prepare.

He had risen early that morning to prepare everything.

He had surreptitiously discovered that Stefan had won Lucinda's heart by paying attention to the details of her daily life.

Owen felt he should learn from Stefan’s courting techniques.

Cecilia and Lucinda had similar personalities. Stefan had slowly melted Lucinda’s heart with small gestures, making her feel loved and cared for. If he treated Cecilia with the same respect and

affection, he was certain she too would fall for him.

When Owen treated someone well, he did so with all his heart.

In the past, Ruby had been oblivious to his efforts.

“All of this was made by me,” Owen added.

Cecilia cast a glance over the three lunchboxes and said, “I’ve already had breakfast.”

She paused before adding, “Do you think I’m a pig? Why do you bring me so much food all at once?”

Owen pulled her to a table and sat her down, opening the lunchboxes and setting out the breakfast items. He said, “You’ve eaten, but at least try a bit. I made all of this myself. I don’t think you’re a pig, it’s just that I prepared a lot of different things, so I needed a few lunchboxes.”

Each lunchbox had five layers.

Soon, the table was full.

Cecilia looked at the spread before her, all exotic-style breakfast items. There were delicate shrimp, taro root with steamed ribs, chicken feet with peanuts, and cake.

Her eyes sparkled.

“Did you really make all of this yourself?” she asked.

Owen answered honestly, “I made most of it myself. Some of it was store-bought, which I just reheated.”

Two of the bottom layers of the lunchboxes held bowls of egg and lean meat porridge.

Owen placed one bowl in front of Cecilia.

“Cecilia, considering I got up early to prepare this breakfast for you, you could at least taste it.”

Cecilia had developed a taste for exotic-style breakfast after trying it once.

But she rarely ate it, so she was surprised that Owen knew about her preference. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Indeed, when someone cared for her, they would know every little thing about her.

Cecilia was not one to play coy. She sat down, picked up a spoon, and tasted the century egg and lean meat porridge. It was quite good.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I ate at home and can’t finish all of this.”

Even though exotic-style breakfast was known for its variety and delicacy, he had brought so much that she couldn’t possibly finish it all.

Owen was overjoyed. He quickly sat down, saying, “I’ll eat with you.”

“Cecilia, how does it taste?”

“The chicken is good.”

She hadn’t tried anything else yet.

With her affirmation, Owen’s smile brightened. He took out his phone and, while Cecilia wasn’t looking, stealthily took a few pictures of them having breakfast together.

“Cecilia, you really don’t like that car outside?”

After taking the pictures, he put his phone back in his pocket and asked about the car.

She had accepted the money and was eating the breakfast he made, but she had remained silent about the car and had returned the keys to him.

Owen felt a bit deflated.

The gifts he gave out were usually accepted gratefully. In the past, when he gave gifts to Ruby, she may not have loved him, but she always welcomed the gifts.

Cecilia, on the other hand, didn’t accept gifts easily, afraid of owing him.

“It’s too expensive.”

Cecilia answered simply.

“It’s not that expensive. It cost less than half a million.”

Cecilia choked at his reply, coughing violently.

Owen quickly got up and went behind her, gently patting her back.

“Eat slowly, no one’s rushing you.”

Cecilia pushed his hand away. After a few more coughs, she was fine. She said, “That’s not expensive? Oh, right, it’s not expensive to you, but it is to me. Owen, I don’t need you to give me fancy cars or houses. I can afford a car now.”

She just found riding a scooter more convenient.

Ever since Lucinda married into the Anderson family, the Serendipity Cafe business had been booming. Without even considering the money she received from Owen, she made a good chunk of

change from the cafe alone every month. Buying a car for commute? That was a piece of cake for her.

"Just have them take the car back. I don’t need anyone to deliver it to me in the future."

Owen was speechless.

He thought that a car of this price point wouldn't be a big deal, and assumed that she’d be thrilled to receive it, eager to take it for a spin.

But, she found it too extravagant and didn't want to accept it.

It seemed that her past display of materialistic tendencies was all a facade.

Deep down, she was an independent girl. She didn't want to rely on any man to have it all.