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 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.

the only people who had enjoyed a breakfast made by him were

breakfasts, while Cecilia

breakfasts were more diverse, requiring more effort

risen early that

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

should learn from

Stefan had slowly melted Lucinda's heart with small gestures, making her feel loved and cared for. If he

he did so with all

had been oblivious

made by me," Owen

the three lunchboxes

paused before adding, "Do you think I'm a pig? Why

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

lunchbox had five

the table was

breakfast items. There were delicate shrimp, taro root with steamed ribs, chicken feet with peanuts, and cake. Her

make all of this yourself?" she

it myself. Some of it was store-bought,

the bottom layers of the lunchboxes held bowls of egg and

placed one bowl in front

this breakfast for

taste for

so she was

cared for her, they would know every little

not one to play coy. She sat down, picked up a spoon, and tasted the century

haven't eaten yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I

known for its variety and delicacy, he had brought so much that she couldn't possibly finish

sat down, saying, "I'll

how does

"The chicken is good."

hadn't tried

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