Faux Vows, True Desires

"Owen, back off. It's not comfortable with you clinging onto me like that!"

Cecilia tried to shake off his arm, but without success. She was worried about falling off the scooter, so she quickly grabbed the handlebars again.

Innocently, Owen said, "I'm just afraid I might fall off. It's safer to hold onto you."

Cecilia's face turned sour at his shamelessness, but she was helpless against him.

He was such a rascal.

If it wasn't for her mom stepping in, he might never have agreed to divorce her.

Luckily, the ride from the alley to the Yates family's place wasn't far, and they soon arrived at their gate.

Cecilia parked the scooter, and struggled to get his hands off her.

Hearing footsteps in the yard, Owen quickly let go of her.

He got off the scooter, smiling.

Although he hadn't gained anything, at least he got to hold her. He felt like he'd scored.

Cecilia glared at him, whispering, "Owen, just because I agreed to your pursuit doesn't mean I've accepted you. I'm not your girlfriend yet. You should respect me, not take advantage of me." She hadn't followed her mom's advice to change her number, to disappear for a while. Giving Owen a chance was also giving herself a chance, but it didn't actually mean she had accepted him.

With a serious face, Owen said, "Cecilia, I didn't take advantage of you, I was just worrying about my safety. How about this, if you feel you've been wronged, you can hold onto me. For as long as you want. I'll let you get the compensation you deserve."

Cecilia was exasperated.

"Cecilia, you're back."

Wilma came out of the house.

She was visiting the Yates family.

Seeing it was Wilma, Owen breathed a sigh of relief.

thought that it was the elders of the Yates

got off work.

I was about to go home and cook. Cecilia, is this your boyfriend? He looks familiar, like the taxi driver? The one you

Owen's face darkened.

actually introduced him like

he worth being known

he's my friend,

boyfriend; she just introduced

of the opposite sex was usually

you've got good taste. This guy's pretty good in all aspects,

man, is this bouquet made of real money or fake? It looks so real, and it's pretty as a bouquet. You young folk sure know how to

just smiled, saying, "Wilma, you've

whether the money was real or

chit-chatting for a while, Wilma told Cecilia, "I have to go home and cook now, I don't want to interrupt you and your

"Goodbye, Wilma."

farewell in a friendly

left with a smile, saying, "This young man sure knows how to

she parked the scooter. She

it strange; did

of him talking in the house,

grandfather loved two things, playing chess and

that moment he was watching

outside again to look,

way he would

followed her all the way to her house, how could he just

must have gone

and went back into

she entered, she looked around

when Wilma was visiting. When Cecilia went in, she saw her grandfather pouring out

his granddaughter, Cecilia's grandfather made a