Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 345

"Owen, back off. It's not comfortable with you clinging onto me like that!"

Cecilia tried to shake off his arm, but without success. She was worried about falling off the scooter, so she quickly grabbed the handlebars again.

Innocently, Owen said, "I'm just afraid I might fall off. It's safer to hold onto you."

Cecilia's face turned sour at his shamelessness, but she was helpless against him.

He was such a rascal.

If it wasn't for her mom stepping in, he might never have agreed to divorce her.

Luckily, the ride from the alley to the Yates family's place wasn't far, and they soon arrived at their gate.

Cecilia parked the scooter, and struggled to get his hands off her.

Hearing footsteps in the yard, Owen quickly let go of her.

He got off the scooter, smiling.

Although he hadn't gained anything, at least he got to hold her. He felt like he'd scored.

Cecilia glared at him, whispering, "Owen, just because I agreed to your pursuit doesn't mean I've accepted you. I'm not your girlfriend yet. You should respect me, not take advantage of me."

She hadn't followed her mom's advice to change her number, to disappear for a while. Giving Owen a chance was also giving herself a chance, but it didn't actually mean she had accepted him.

With a serious face, Owen said, "Cecilia, I didn't take advantage of you, I was just worrying about my safety. How about this, if you feel you've been wronged, you can hold onto me. For as long as you want. I'll let you get the compensation you deserve."

Cecilia was exasperated.

"Cecilia, you're back."

Wilma came out of the house.

She was visiting the Yates family.

Seeing it was Wilma, Owen breathed a sigh of relief.

He had thought that it was the elders of the Yates family coming out.

"Yeah, I just got off work. Wilma, have you had dinner yet?"

"I haven't eaten yet, I was about to go home and cook. Cecilia, is this your boyfriend? He looks familiar, like the taxi driver? The one you mentioned before."

Owen's face darkened.

She actually introduced him like that.

Wasn't he worth being known to everyone?

"Wilma, he's my friend, Owen."

Cecilia didn't say he was her boyfriend; she just introduced him as her friend.

A friend of the opposite sex was usually assumed to be a boyfriend.

While sizing up Owen, Wilma praised Cecilia with a smile, "Cecilia, you've got good taste. This guy's pretty good in all aspects, well done!"

Seeing the bouquet in Owen's hand, Wilma stared at it for a while, asking, "Young man, is this bouquet made of real money or fake? It looks so real, and it's pretty as a bouquet. You young folk sure know how to have fun."

Owen just smiled, saying, "Wilma, you've got a sharp eye."

He didn't say whether the money was real or fake, he just complimented Wilma, making her laugh.

After chit-chatting for a while, Wilma told Cecilia, "I have to go home and cook now, I don't want to interrupt you and your friend. You should go inside."

"Goodbye, Wilma."

Owen bid Wilma farewell in a friendly manner.

Wilma left with a smile, saying, "This young man sure knows how to talk."

After Wilma left, Cecilia pushed the scooter into the yard. Her family had a tin garage in the yard where she parked the scooter. She took the keys and turned to go inside, but found Owen was gone.

She looked around, but didn't see him.

She found it strange; did he go inside?

There was no sound of him talking in the house, only the sound of the plays her grandfather was watching.

Cecilia's grandfather loved two things, playing chess and watching plays.

At that moment he was watching Othello.

Cecilia went outside again to look, but still didn't find Owen anywhere.

There was no way he would just leave like that.

He had followed her all the way to her house, how could he just leave so easily?

He must have gone inside.

Cecilia turned and went back into the house.

As soon as she entered, she looked around but didn't see Owen.

Cecilia's grandfather was cleaning the table. They must have had coffee when Wilma was visiting. When Cecilia went in, she saw her grandfather pouring out a cup of unfinished coffee.

"Cecilia, you've been coming home quite early these days."

Seeing his granddaughter, Cecilia's grandfather made a casual remark.

"Grandpa, I've told you before, Lucy watches the shop in the evening now. She usually gets off work at half past five, so I can come home at around six. Grandpa, you didn't forget to make dinner for me, did you?"

Cecilia's grandfather laughed, "No matter when you come home, there's always dinner for you."

Cecilia gave a smile.

She put the keys where they usually went, then walked over to the fruit bowl on the table, picked up an apple, and while eating, she asked, "Grandpa, is it just you at home? Where's my mom?"

"Your mom went to your uncle's place, she should be back soon. I've already made the rice, just waiting for your mom to come back and cook the dishes. If you're hungry, I can start cooking now."

Cecilia quickly said, "Let me do it, Grandpa. You just watch the opera here. And don't get mad if someone comes."

Cecilia's grandfather wasn't foolish, hearing his granddaughter say that, he frowned and asked, "Is Owen still bothering you? By the way, your mom asked you two to divorce, have you done the paperwork? Let me see the divorce certificate."

"How could I not listen to my mom's orders."

While eating the apple, Cecilia showed her grandfather the divorce certificate.

Cecilia's grandfather looked at the divorce certificate and said, "So this is what a divorce certificate looks like. It's my first time seeing one."

Just as his words fell, the doorbell rang.

Cecilia's grandfather handed the divorce certificate back to his granddaughter, saying, "I'll go see who it is."

"Grandpa, you just watch the opera here, I'll get the door."

Guessing it was Owen, Cecilia told her grandfather to sit down, and went to answer the door herself. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

To Cecilia's surprise, the person standing at the door wasn't Owen, but Trenton and his butler.

Behind them stood two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards were holding many gifts in their hands.

"Trenton, is that you?"

Cecilia stuffed the unfinished apple into her mouth, only opening the yard door after clamping the apple between her teeth.

With a hint of disappointment, Trenton said, "Cecilia, why aren't you calling me Grandpa anymore?"

Initially, he forced his grandson to marry Cecilia to keep him away from Ruby, and also because his grandson was almost thirty. The only young woman around him, besides Ruby, was Cecilia.

Let's not get into the other reasons.

After spending some time together, Trenton genuinely fell for Cecilia.