"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

exquisite breakfasts, while Cecilia

more diverse, requiring more

had risen early that morning to prepare

had surreptitiously discovered that Stefan had won Lucinda's heart by paying

felt he should learn from Stefan's

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

treated someone well, he did so

past, Ruby had been oblivious to

this was made by me,"

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

I'm a pig? Why do you bring me so much food all at

pulled her to a 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 of this myself. I don't think you're a pig, it's just that I

lunchbox had

the table was

all exotic-style breakfast items. There were delicate shrimp, taro root with steamed ribs, chicken feet with

really make all

it myself. Some of

of the bottom layers of the lunchboxes held

one bowl in

considering I got up early to prepare this breakfast for

developed a taste for

she rarely ate it, so she was

for her, they

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

eaten yet, have you? Sit down and eat with me. I ate at home and can't finish all of

delicacy, he had

He quickly sat down, saying, "I'll eat

how does

"The chicken is good."

hadn't tried anything

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