Faux Vows, True Desires

"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 doo 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.

life, the only people who had enjoyed

exquisite breakfasts, while Cecilia enjoyed

were more diverse,

had risen early that

Stefan had won Lucinda's heart by paying attention to the details of her

he should learn from

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

he

the past, Ruby had been oblivious to his

was made by me," Owen

over the three lunchboxes and said, "I've already had

I'm a pig? Why do you bring me so

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

had

table

her, all exotic-style breakfast items. There were delicate shrimp, taro root with

all of

made most of it myself. Some of it was store-bought,

of the bottom layers of the lunchboxes held bowls of egg

bowl in front

I got up early to prepare this breakfast for

taste for exotic-style breakfast after

it, so she was

someone cared for her, they

play coy. She sat down, picked up a spoon, and tasted the

Sit down and eat with me. I ate at home and can't finish

he had

was overjoyed. He quickly sat down, saying, "I'll

does

"The chicken is good."

hadn't tried anything else