Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 217

Owen looked at Cecilia, waiting for her response.

"Grandpa, I'm used to my own bed, so I can't sleep if I change places. I better go home, or I won't have the energy to run the shop if I can't sleep."

Cecilia didn't want to spend the night here.

Even if Owen really wanted her to stay, she wouldn't agree.

"You don't need to work then. We got plenty of money at home. No woman who marries into our family needs to work. The family gives every member a living allowance every month, and the men also give their wives pocket money. Cecilia, all you need to do is enjoy life at home. If you get bored, you can call your friends to go shopping or go on a trip."

Cecilia kept silent.

"Owen, haven't you been giving Cecilia pocket money? Give me your wallet."

Trenton asked his grandson to hand over his wallet.

Owen dared not mention the agreement he and Cecilia had, which required him to give her thirty thousand dollars a month in living expenses. So he took out his wallet and handed it to Trenton, saying, "Grandpa, she's not short of money."

The thirty thousand dollars he gave her was enough for her to live on.

Trenton ignored him and opened his wallet to look inside.

Cecilia originally thought Trenton would at most give her all the cash in Owen's wallet. She was still debating whether to accept it when Trenton handed her a black card.

She curiously took the credit card. She had heard of black cards. The male protagonist in the novels written by Lucinda was a man who had a black card.

But in real life, this was her first time seeing a real black card.

She looked at the black card a few times, then returned it to Trenton, laughing, "So that's what a black card looks like."

"Cecilia, take it. You can use this card to buy anything you need in the future. You're Owen's wife, so the money he earns is for you to spend. Don't be shy. If you don't spend your husband's money, other women will."

Owen whispered, "Grandpa!"

"Tell Cecilia the password." From NôvelDrama.Org.

Trenton ordered.

"Grandpa, no need. The living expenses Owen gives me are enough for me, and I prefer to be self- reliant. It's very late now. I should go."

Cecilia decided to leave quickly to avoid Trenton's further persuasion.

"Owen, what are you sitting around for? If you can't keep my granddaughter-in-law here, can't you at least send her home? It's not safe for a young and beautiful girl like her to go home alone this late."

Trenton glared at his grandson.

"Owen's tired. Let him rest. A driver can take me home."

"No way! He must take you home."

Trenton glared at Owen again.

Owen reluctantly stood up and said, "Fine. I'll take her home myself."

"Give this card to Cecilia, and tell her the password too. Tomorrow, take her to buy a new car, and make sure it's a nice one. How can the women in our family not have a decent car?"

Owen took his wallet from Trenton, ignored his nagging, and followed Cecilia out.

Trenton watched them leave one after another. After they were far away, he said to Derek next to him, "Cecilia is a good girl."

Derek replied, "But you still hurt her."

"How did I hurt her? I'm playing matchmaker for them. Once they are stable in their feelings, they will be grateful for what I'm doing now."

"But Owen's parents might not like such a daughter-in-law. Can you protect her for the rest of her life? In the end, she will still get hurt. Isn't this hurting her?"

These words left Trenton speechless.

Even now, Devon would go out of his way to avoid him.

They were in-laws!

Owen and Cecilia were secretly married. Trenton had promised Owen that he would not interfere excessively in his private affairs. Apart from Ruby and Megan, no outsider should know about their marital status.

As for the Yates family, Owen and Cecilia agreed to keep it as secret as possible.

Owen personally drove Cecilia home.

As usual, when they reached the alley near her home, Owen parked the car at the entrance of the alley.

It was late at night. Most of the shops on the street were already closed.

When Cecilia tried to open the car door to get out, she found that the door was still locked. She turned to look at Owen and reminded him, "I need to get out."

Owen seemed to be thinking. Cecilia reminded him twice before he responded, but instead of unlocking the car, he took out his wallet and handed the black card that Trenton had just given him to Cecilia.

"If I don't give it to you, Grandpa might blame me. He might even remove me from the position of CEO in a fit of anger. I'll text you the password later."

Cecilia: "Are you really giving it to me? Aren't you afraid I'll max out your card?"

"Although you are a bit greedy, you have good character. I trust you won't waste my money. Please take good care of it for me."

Cecilia laughed. "Should I thank you for your trust?"

She took the black card without hesitation and said, "Since you want me to keep it, I will. I'll charge you two hundred dollars a day for custody. You can transfer me the custody fee on WhatsApp. I won't spend the money on this card."

She paused, then added, "A gentleman loves money but gets it in the right way."

She wanted to earn his money in a legitimate way, not accept his charity.

Owen was both amused and exasperated. "Why don't you just take two hundred dollars out of the card every day?"

"I won't use your card. Please transfer me the money on WhatsApp."

"Alright, alright. You money-grubber! Why must you always talk about money with me? Are you always thinking about how to put all my money into your wallet?"

After shoving the black card into Cecilia's hand, Owen immediately took out his phone, transferred two hundred dollars to Cecilia, and noted that it was payment for her keeping the black card for him.

Cecilia took the money he transferred over, muttering, "You really plan on giving me two hundred bucks every day? Can't you just give me a few days' worth all at once?"

"I'll give you two hundred dollars every day. That way, you get to see money rolling in daily. Feels good, doesn't it?"

This meant she would have to keep in touch with him every day.

Every time he sent her money, she would respond with a thank you. That was their form of daily contact.