Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 302

"Aren't you all about Ruby? Go find Ruby and leave me alone. You jerk, stop pulling my clothes!"

Owen turned a deaf ear and kept tugging her suit.

Luckily, Cecilia had layered her clothes when she got dressed, so she just put on the suit.

After he ripped the suit off her, he left her alone. He tossed the suit onto the floor, even stomped on it a few times, then left.

Cecilia fell silent.

She was scared out of her mind, thinking that he wanted to force himself on her. Who knew he just wanted to rip her clothes?

Soon, Owen came back.

Seeing him return, Cecilia quickly grabbed a blanket and wrapped herself up.

Owen tossed her another suit. Standing beside the bed, he looked down at her and said coldly, "Go take a shower, change out of your clothes, and put on what I gave you."

Cecilia blinked, made sure he wasn't going to explode again, quickly sat up, picked up the suit he threw her, and asked, "Is this yours?"

"What else could it be if I took it out of my closet?"

Cecilia pouted and said, "How is this different from the suit you ripped off me?"

Owen glared at her and said, "It's not for the same person."

What was the difference? They were both for men to wear.

Cecilia only dared to mutter to herself, not daring to voice out. So as not to set this man off again.

"Have you worn this suit before?"

"I have."

"And you want me to wear it after you have?"

Cecilia slid off the bed, holding the suit.

Owen snapped and said, "Am I not cleaner than the guys at the Neon Nectar Nightclub? You can wear their worn clothes, but you can't wear mine?"

Cecilia was speechless.

Holding the suit, she cautiously said, "Mr. Malicious, I can't help but feel you are jealous of me! It's rare that I could outshine your crush, ha!"

Before Owen could react, she ran into the bathroom with the suit.

Owen turned to look at the bathroom door that she had slammed shut, both angry and amused.

Cecilia took a hot shower and washed off her makeup.

Although she didn't like Owen's clothes, she didn't want to provoke him again, so she obediently wore his clothes out.

Owen was tall and big; his clothes were baggy on her.

"I feel like a kid wearing adult clothes." Cecilia complained.

Owen paused for a moment and said, "There are no clothes for you here. Just bear with it."

He walked over.

Cecilia instinctively stepped back.

Owen sighed and said, "Don't worry, I won't force you."

Forcing her would traumatize her, and it would be disrespectful to her.

He was angry and wanted to lash out at her, but he held back, not wanting to hurt her and affect her future life.

After all, they were husband and wife for a lifetime.

He couldn't just think about the present; he needed to consider the future.

Cecilia sighed in relief, gave him a thumbs up, and praised him, "Owen, you're such a stand-up guy!"

Owen walked over and pulled her to sit on the bed.

This move made Cecilia extremely nervous, fearing that he would change his mind.

The next moment, she wanted to roll off the bed because Owen started undressing.

"Owen, what are you doing?"

"Taking off my clothes."

"Why are you taking off your clothes?"

Owen pinched her face, and it felt pretty good. He said, "Going to sleep."

"Aren't you going to take me home?"

"You're staying here tonight."

Cecilia was surprised.

Thinking of his terrifying anger, she flinched, not daring to argue with him on this. If she pissed him off again, and he did something to her, she wouldn't be able to divorce him with his money and marry a handsome guy.

Owen took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Soon, he was bare-chested.

Cecilia wanted to scream like a pure heroine in a TV drama and then cover her face, but she didn't want to miss seeing his muscular body, so she just boldly appreciated it.

Not bad at all!

She was enjoying the view and waiting for Owen to remove his pants, but he didn't.

Her reaction amused Owen. He wouldn't dare take off his pants.

He got under the covers, lay down next to her, turned on his side, stretched out his long arm, pulled her closer, let her face rest on his chest, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Cecilia fell silent for a moment.

She pushed him away, "Am I supposed to sleep in your suit?"

Owen loosened his grip a bit, looked deeply into her eyes, and said, "If you want to take it off, I don't mind. But, if you're naked, I can't promise I won't do anything. After all, I'm not a saint. I can be tempted."

Cecilia poked his smooth chest with her finger. Seeing his gaze darken, she quickly withdrew her finger; she knew that was a provocative move.

"Can I sleep in the guest room? Owen, do you remember our agreement?" Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

He said he was not a saint, and even if she was dressed in formal attire, perhaps he would take advantage of her drowsy sleep and act on her, and everything would naturally happen.

Cecilia was scared.

"I'm too sleepy to remember our agreement. All I remember is that you and I went to the city hall and got our marriage certificate. You're my wife!"

Owen yawned, didn't give Cecilia another chance to speak, pulled her back into his arms, and threatened, "If you make another sound, I'll shut you up with my mouth."

Cecilia stopped talking.

This jerk!

He was thinking of going back on his word!

Wasn't this just another Stefan?

Cecilia thought she wouldn't be able to sleep under these circumstances.

But she fell asleep and slept soundly.

When she woke up, it was bright daylight, but the environment in the room seemed to have changed.

Cecilia quickly sat up and first checked her clothes. Everything was still intact, and she felt no discomfort.

She dreamed that Owen kissed her a few times last night. His kissing skills were not very good due to a lack of practice and experience.

Huh?

What was she thinking?

There was a skirt on the bedside table, and it looked new.

Underneath the skirt was a note. Owen's handwriting was messy; Cecilia held it and stared at it for a while but couldn't make out what he had written.

She hopped out of bed, grabbed the dress, and tried it on. It was a perfect fit.

The note, presumably, was instructing her to wear the dress.

She wasn't a big fan of dresses, but anything was better than continuing to wear Owen's suit. So, she took the dress and went into the bathroom.

Owen was already in the room when she came out of the bathroom.

His eyes seemed to light up when he saw Cecilia.