Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 270

"What are you doing still here? Go wash your hands, or do you need me to do it for you?"

Owen nodded, getting up to wash his hands.

By the time he came back, Cecilia had already devoured half of the pastries.

As he sat down, he said, "Cecilia, you look like you're still hungry. Will you still be able to eat peacefully if I join in?"

"Why don't you just watch me eat then?"

Owen was felt speechless. He was just trying to show concern, and her response was pretty blunt.

Cecilia found it amusing that he was indeed just sitting there, watching her eat, so she slid half of the cake to him. "Eat up, otherwise, if you starve to death, I won't have anyone to foot the bill, and all my efforts will be in vain."

Owen didn’t wait for a second and started munching on the pastries.

Her words were a little harsh, but she was actually very kind-hearted.

He decided not to talk too much. The more he said, the more likely he would say something wrong. Better just eat the pastries.

By the time the waiter returned with their late-night snacks, the two had already finished the pastries.

"Cecilia, Mr. Martinez, your late-night snacks are here."

After the waiter distributed the packed food, Owen thanked the waiter. He then turned to Cecilia, "Cecilia, you should give this employee a raise."

Such attention to detail, even remembered to pack his late-night snack.

After saying that, he suddenly realized he may have talked a bit too much, and quickly added, "I don't mean to meddle in your business, I just think good employees should be rewarded."

"I heard Walter is also a great employee, Mr. Martinez, don't forget to give him a raise too. In my shop, good employees naturally get raises. Since this waiter is doing such a good job, Mr. Martinez, you should not only say it but also show it, like leaving a tip or something."

"Cecilia, there's no need."

Cecilia nudged the waiter under the table, and the waiter immediately stopped speaking.

Owen was taken aback, then quickly pulled out his wallet, casually taking out some money to give to the waiter, saying, "This is my tip for you."

The waiter glanced at the stack of money, about two hundred dollars, she dared not accept it.

Cecilia nudged her again, and she finally accepted it.

"Cecilia, Mr. Martinez, enjoy your meal, I'll clean up and clock out."

The waiter quickly left, also pulling Fiona along with her. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

They hid in the pastry room, the waiter counted the money, less than two hundred dollars, one hundred and eighty. She counted sixty for herself, another sixty for Fiona, and stuffed the remaining sixty into Fiona's hand, whispering, "This is for Cecilia."

Fiona laughed, "Are we really going to accept this?"

"Cecilia told me to take it, so I did. You were the one who had me pack the late-night snacks, this tip should include your share. Cecilia has brought me so much good fortune, there should be a share

for Cecilia as well. This way, we are sharing the good luck among ourselves."

Fiona smiled and did not refuse. After all, Owen was Stefan's enemy, and he willingly gave a tip. If he was willing to give, then why not take more from him? Maybe soon enough he would go bankrupt, and then he would have no confidence to oppose her son-in-law.

Maybe Owen was not thinking, “Fiona, are you really hoping for my bankruptcy?!”

After Owen's bodyguard filled up his car at the gas station, he drove it to the Serendipity Cafe, left it there and hurried off.

Owen messaged his bodyguards, telling them not to track him anymore, better yet, turn off their phones, making him unreachable, giving him the opportunity to have Cecilia drive him home.

The Martinez family's bodyguards all cursed Owen for being shameless in their hearts!

After the two had their fill, the night grew darker.

The staff had already gone home, and Fiona was about to close the shop and go back to her rented room for rest.

"Cecilia, can you give me a ride home?" Owen shamelessly asked Cecilia.

Cecilia had already taken her electric scooter keys, ready to ride home. Owen stopped her, she raised an eyebrow, saying, "Mr. Martinez, don't overstep. The reason I went to the cliff to save you is out of respect for your grandfather. You've had your fill and must be energized now, why can't you drive yourself home? Didn't your bodyguard already bring your car back? If you don't want to drive yourself, then call your bodyguard to come drive."

Owen pleaded pitifully, "I've already called, but for some reason, they either don't pick up or they've turned off their phones. I can go home myself, but I'm afraid my grandfather will beat me when I get

home."

"What's that got to do with me? You're the one who's going to get beaten, not me, I won't feel a thing."

As Cecilia spoke, she pushed him aside and walked out of the shop, not forgetting to tell Fiona, "Fiona, I'll lock up for you. You should go rest, it's almost midnight."

Fiona laughed, "It's fine, I'm staying at Lucy's place tonight, it's nearby. You guys go ahead, I'll lock up shortly. Oh, Lucy asked you to call her. But it's so late now," Fiona forgot to tell Cecilia.

Cecilia checked the time, it was not convenient to call her friend, so she just sent a WhatsApp message instead. If Lucy replied, it meant Lucy hadn't gone to sleep yet, and they could talk on the phone then.

"Cecilia."

Outside the shop, without Fiona watching, Owen started acting up. He stopped Cecilia from leaving again, not letting her ride her electric scooter away. He was trying to entice her, "Cecilia, if you drive me home, you'll get to see my grandfather scold me, maybe even hit me. This is a rare opportunity; it would be a pity to miss it."

Cecilia chuckled, grabbed his collar and pulled him close. She leaned in, their distance so close they could almost feel each other's breath.

Owen's heart instantly tightened, he stared at Cecilia's smiling face, thinking in his mind, “Is she going to kiss me? If she's going to kiss me, should I let her or not? Forget it, just let her!”

"Owen, are you asking for trouble or what? You're just itching for me to see you make a fool out of yourself, aren't you? If I had the time, I'd love to watch. But it's too late now, and I'm not going. Can I

even make it back if I go with you? Your grandpa would never let me leave. It's pretty clear that you're trying to put me in a tight spot, even a fool could see that."

Cecilia gave Owen's face a pat, let go of his collar, and then gave his chest a couple of pats and then said, "Drive yourself home. I have no idea what beef you have with Ruby that's got you so worked up, but if you're feeling down, just chill at home. I'm off."

Cecilia sidestepped him, hopped on her electric scooter, and took off.

Owen turned around and watched her receding figure, touched his face where she had patted, and then his chest. He muttered under his breath, "Why didn't she kiss me?"