Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 347

Trenton watched his grandson walk in laden with various bags; a slight smile played on his lips.

Despite his satisfaction, he wore a stern expression, "Owen, what brings you here?"

"I came to bring Cecilia home."

Owen's answer was matter-of-fact.

Devon raised an eyebrow, "Cecilia just got home all by herself."

"Grandpa, I was with Cecilia. When we reached the house, I went out to buy something, and Cecilia went in. Look, she waited for me at the door."

Cecilia thought to herself: Such a thick skin!

However, this guy had always been as thick-skinned as a chopping board.

Indeed, the two of them had returned together, and Cecilia had no way to refute.

Seeing his granddaughter silent, Devon knew Owen was not lying. After a moment of silence, he said to Cecilia, "Your mother will be home later. We have guests, so go and get some food for these two old and young tricksters to eat."

Old trickster was in dumb silence.

Trenton, who was usually addressed respectfully as Mr. Trenton or Chairman, couldn't retort when Devon called him an old trickster. He couldn't afford to look bad if he was kicked out.

The Yates family was indeed unique, not fearing the power and status of the Martinez family at all.

Seeing his grandson happily placing the items on the coffee table, Trenton cheerfully said to Devon, "We're not picky. No need to go out of your way."

Trenton sighed inwardly: Fine, for the sake of my grandson's happiness, I'll accept the title of an old trickster. After all, he did deceive others at the beginning.

"You're thinking too much. I'm afraid you two will eat all our food, leaving us with nothing. That's why I asked Cecilia to get more."

Owen was still cheerful, "A bowl of rice is fine. Even better if we get soy sauce."

Trenton struggled to keep a straight face, stifling his laughter.

Owen's shameless demeanor resembled him when he was young, relentlessly pursuing his wife with no shame. Unfortunately, his wife passed away shortly after giving birth to their two sons.

Although he remarried, his feelings for his second wife were never as strong as for his first.

This was probably why Ashley's eldest son was more mature than Owen, but Trenton chose Owen as his successor.

Devon glared at Owen, "Next time you come for dinner, I'll just serve you soy sauce."

"Then I'll come every day for it."

Devon was speechless.

Where did he go wrong?

"Cecilia, I'll accompany you to buy groceries."

Owen was thrilled now that he had Devon's permission to come over for meals. He was in a good mood.

Cecilia took the money and turned to leave.

It was then that Devon noticed the bouquet of flowers in her arms seemed different. However, his vision wasn't as good as it used to be, and Cecilia walked away with the flowers before he could get a proper look.

Cecilia took the money upstairs to her room and then came down.

A few minutes later, the two of them left the house together.

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Owen walked beside her, not taking offense at her sarcasm. Since he met her, she had always been cold to him. Strangely, he was beginning to enjoy it.

All he wanted was a chance to win her back.

When pursuing a wife, dignity was not that important.

Especially since he and Cecilia had a whirlwind marriage and divorce, and now he was pursuing her again, his dignity was worth even less to her.

"My roguery was only for you."

Cecilia glanced at him sideways.

He chuckled softly.

His laughter made Cecilia itch to kick him.

"Cecilia, where should we buy the groceries?"

"There are many delis nearby. We can just buy some deli food."

Her grandpa allowing the two of them to stay for dinner was already quite generous. Expecting a feast? Impossible.

Plus, it was quite late, and it wasn't convenient to prepare too many dishes. It was easier just to buy some deli food and make do.

If the two of them were not satisfied, all the better. They could stop visiting, making things easier and quieter for her.

Owen nodded, following her to the deli. This was his first time buying groceries like an ordinary person.

He tried to hold her hand a few times, but she avoided him. He gave up, following her obediently to buy the groceries.

Cecilia bought roast goose, braised pork, and meatballs for soup.

Owen watched her buy the food and then tried to pay.

Cecilia wouldn't let him, "We're even now, don't think you can make me owe you again."

She paid the bill and started walking back.

Owen caught up with her, "It's just over a hundred dollars. It's nothing to me. I won't ask you to repay me."

Cecilia ignored him.

When they returned to the Yates family, Becca had already come back.

Knowing Owen and Trenton were staying for dinner, Becca didn't smile, but she didn't say anything either. She quietly prepared dinner in the kitchen.

She had brought back half a cooked chicken from her family, who insisted she take it home after a visit.

Along with the food that Cecilia had brought back from the deli, the dinner table was full.

Becca even placed two boiled eggs in front of Owen.

"Eat the eggs," she told Owen.

"Thanks, Mom. Oh, I mean, thanks, Aunty."

Owen thought Becca was being considerate. He happily picked up an egg, gently tapped it to crack the shell, then peeled it and placed it in Cecilia's bowl. "Here, one for you."

Cecilia glanced at him, then at her own mother, silently moving the egg back into his bowl.

Under the table, Derek subtly nudged Mr. Martinez's foot.

Owen looked over at Derek.

Derek was making faces, but Owen was left puzzled. Derek was too embarrassed to say it outright.

Becca had specially served Mr. Martinez a boiled egg, a way of telling him to 'take a hike' after he was done eating.

And yet, Mr. Martinez was all smiles.

When he got home, he'd have to have a word with Mr. Martinez.

Despite the tension, the dinner was surprisingly cheerful.

Although the Yates family didn't particularly like this grandfather-grandson duo, they were polite hosts.

After the meal, Trenton also felt it inappropriate to linger.

Owen wanted to hang out longer with the Yates family, but a stern look from his grandfather told him otherwise. He knew his grandfather had something to discuss with him. Reluctantly, he left the Yates family's house with his grandfather.