Faux Vows, True Desires

Lucinda walked up to Cecilia and said, "Cecilia, let's go, my treat. Let's hit up the Ascend Hotel."

Cecilia didn't play coy; she walked back to the cashier counter to pick up her phone and replied with a smile, "Well, I won't say no to that. I'd love to grab a bite with you." "What are you on about? We're beyond formalities."

As Cecilia walked out of the shop, she got a call from Owen.

"Lucy, I gotta take this call."

"Bet it's Mr. Malicious."

Cecilia had a nickname for Owen, which Lucinda had picked up too.

"Yeah, it's him; I wonder what he's up to. I didn't think I had done anything to annoy Ruby recently; we didn't even do anything to her when she came over."

Cecilia was muttering to herself, "Even if he's trying to get back at me for Ruby, it's a bit too late, isn't it? Not like before when he was quick on his feet."

When Ruby had just returned from abroad and was dealing with some issues, Owen would rush over to comfort her and stand up for her faster than a bunny on a sugar rush.

Still muttering, Cecilia picked up Owen's call.

"Mr. Malicious, what's up?"

Hearing Cecilia call him that, Owen felt like smashing his phone.

Biting his tongue, he replied grumpily, "I've made a transfer to you, didn't you see? I can't even be bothered to check your account when there's money in it."

Cecilia responded, "Oh, you transferred me money? I was busy just now and didn't check my phone. What's the money for? You're not expecting me to order takeout for you, are you? I'm not doing takeout today. If you want some, order it yourself."

Owen gritted his teeth. "Cecilia, do you get a kick out of annoying me?"

Cecilia earnestly replied, "Well, yeah. Annoying you does give me a sense of satisfaction, haha."

"It's the fee for you holding onto my black card for two days, totaling four hundred dollars." "Alright, I'll accept the transfer right away. Money is coming in; I should thank you!"

already on the call, let's chat a bit more. Are you free to come out now? I can take you out for a meal and maybe drop by a car dealership afterward. My grandfather asked me to buy you a new

me. As for the car, that's not part of our agreement, so no thanks. I'm just repaying your favor; I don't want anything

to have a car; it's faster. Getting you a new car is just for you to play along with my act, not a gift out

love with you. I won't

to purposely give me gifts, I wouldn't

was at a loss

treating you

He changed the topic.

she looked at the pleasant Blue family father-son duo,

didn't press further, saying, "Well then, go enjoy your meal. Eat

I eat, I don't

kept up with her workout

for a meal in hopes she'd put on some weight, thinking

treating her to a meal, and even when he offered her

she supposed to be

turned down

Such a dunce!

stomped out, all the while grumbling in

by Owen's silence; it

past, he would definitely argue with

that he didn't; she had a feast to attend

four hundred dollars

in her pocket and affectionately

wanted to treat you to a

overheard their

bowl, saying he

you ever considered that he might just want you to eat

his own name. Besides, he's never formally asked me out for a meal; it's always been me treating him to takeout. Today he suddenly wants to treat me to a meal; I suspect he wants me to do something for him.