Faux Vows, True Desires

"What brings you here at this hour?" Cecilia asked casually after serving a customer some pastries. She whispered, "You're all dolled up like you're going on a date, driving a fancy sports car. You seem to be in a pretty good mood."

Owen straightened up, and as she was about to walk away, he followed her and said, "I can't eat when I'm alone at home, so I came here to have a meal with you. Maybe then I'll be able to eat something."

She didn't eat like those so-called ladies who nibbled and said that they were full after just a few bites. She ate whatever she wanted, as much as she wanted, and didn't care if she looked messy while eating. Of course, she didn't look bad when she was eating.

Anyway, Owen found it enjoyable watching her eat. It whetted his appetite and made him feel hungry too, so he could eat to his heart's content.

"I'm busy," Cecilia returned to the cash register as another customer came to settle the bill.

Owen had to make way for the customer. After the customer left, he admired, "Business seems to be doing pretty well here."

"Of course. Look at who's running this place. With me and Lucy as bosses, how could business not be good?"

Owen was stunned.

Indeed.

Those two had become famous young female entrepreneurs in Pinehurst, especially Lucinda, who was as famous as a top celebrity.

"Are you going to order take-out for lunch again? Don't eat so much junk food, it's not healthy."

Owen rested his hands on the table, his gorgeous eyes fixed on her, saying, "Now that you're free, let me take you out for lunch. If you're worried about leaving your shop unattended, I can call someone to help you. Where's Lucinda? How come I never see her every time I come to the shop? Both of you own this shop; why is it always you managing everything, and she doesn't do anything? She's like a boss who doesn't do anything but still shares the profit. Cecilia, don't you think you're getting the short end of the stick?"

Before he could finish, Cecilia started rummaging around.

Owen, a bit confused, asked her, "Cecilia, what are you looking for? Tell me, I'll help you find it."

"Hand me the broom."

being considerate, "Are you going to clean up? I can help you. Cecilia, why are

bit to whack him

sow discord between us. Owen, I'm telling you, I'm not falling for it. I didn't

a few hits from her, and after hearing what she said, he felt wronged and stepped back, putting some distance between them so she couldn't hit him

time I come here, isn't it always you taking care of the shop? You're too busy even to have lunch with me, yet

the cash register

if you hit me again,

that Cecilia didn't stop, he had no

customers watched the event unfolding in

would brandish a broom at the drop of

him rotten, never raising his

of

pointed at the door, ordering Owen to leave

I wanted to eat seafood so she is out buying seafood. She'll cook it for me later! I'm telling you, if you badmouth Lucy

for her, "I just

about me, go care about your goddess. I dare not accept your care. Who knows if your goddess will come and wreck my shop when she finds

"Cecilia."

angry;

send you

your stinking money, thinking

and then said, "I just sent you a transfer, you

glared at

back

be mad. Anger makes a woman age. I'll get you some skincare products, take good care of yourself. If you like seafood, just tell me. I'll treat you to

it, saying grumpily, "All talk, no action. You said you'd take me to your beach house this weekend to enjoy the

right away. We can go this afternoon