Faux Vows, True Desires
Chapter 127

Cecilia picked up some gum outside, and when she got back home, she went straight to the washroom to wash off the heavy makeup on her face. Feeling much fresher without that thick layer of makeup, she didn't plan on changing out of what she thought was a sexy outfit.

Luckily, given what truly sexy clothing could be, her outfit was rather modest and not too revealing.

Owen didn't seem to have any issues with what she was wearing.

Only after chewing on a couple pieces of gum did Cecilia return to the café.

Owen was still in his weird outfit and makeup.

This was a hotel owned by the Martinez family. If he were to wash off the paint on his face and take off his sunglasses, he would be easily recognized.

Cecilia knew well enough that Owen didn't want much to do with her.

And that was fine with her, she didn't want much to do with him either.

Back at her seat, there was already a cup of coffee waiting for her.

"Did you order this coffee for me?"

Owen replied, "No, who else would have ordered it for you, a ghost? Would you dare drink it if a ghost ordered it for you?"

Cecilia shot back, "If you were a ghost, I'd drink as many cups as you ordered. Are you a ghost?"

Owen said, "Real men don't argue with women!"

"And what exactly makes you a 'real man'?"

Owen's face darkened, though it was hard to tell through the paint on his face.

"Cecilia, don't think that just because my grandfather brought you here, you can insult me all you want. I am a real man."

"You should ask yourself, are you a good person? If you're not a good person, you're not a real man."

"Not a real man? Would you like to see proof of that..."

"Ugh, who cares about your manhood? Stop trying to take advantage of me. But now that you mentioned it, I am a bit worried about you..."

Cecilia mischievously glanced down at his lap.

Owen immediately closed his legs, looking alarmed.

He muttered under his breath, "Cecilia, have you no decency? Are you even a lady?"

Cecilia laughed, "You're so in love with Ruby, and you haven't done anything to her. I don't believe you're a man. The only thing I can think of is that you're impotent."

Owen slammed the table in anger, shouting, "There's absolutely nothing wrong with me!"

Everyone in the café turned to look.

Owen was speechless.

Cecilia quickly stood up and explained to everyone, "Don't misunderstand, I was talking about his cooking skills. He claims that he's a good cook, so I told him to cook dinner when we get home tonight." Everyone understood that she was just covering up.

They all gave Cecilia a few sympathetic looks before going back to their coffees.

Owen felt like Cecilia was his worst nightmare.

She was shamelessly brazen to a shocking degree. He thought he was already pretty shameless, but compared to Cecilia, he was nothing.

Cecilia sat back down, lightly patting her chest as she quietly complained to Owen, "What are you getting so worked up for? You're drawing attention to us, making me cover for you so people don't misunderstand."

Owen gritted his teeth, "So you're saying I should be thanking you?"

"That's not a big deal, you don't have to thank me."

Owen told himself to be patient, to be more patient, he couldn't let her drive him crazy.

Watching her leisurely drink her coffee, he asked her, "How did you get to know my grandfather? He's only been gone for two days and you've managed to get him to sell me out. Cecilia, you're quite the schemer."

"Do you know that he is my grandfather, deliberately getting close to him, winning his favor, and having him create opportunities for us?"

Cecilia, who was drinking her coffee, spitted it all over Owen's face.

"Cecilia!" Owen really wanted to strangle her.

Cecilia immediately stood up and started wiping his face with a tissue.

As she wiped, she ended up wiping off most of the paint on his face.

The tissue was all colorful.

Owen's face looked terrible.

Cecilia awkwardly tossed the multicolored tissue into the trash can under the table. She laughed awkwardly, "You're so handsome, and handsome guys should be gentle. Those who get angry at girls are not good men. Besides, your face is all covered in paint, it looks really scary. I got so scared I spat out my coffee."

Owen felt that if he continued to interact with her, he might go mad.

He stood up, took out his wallet again, and pulled out a stack of money. He slammed it down in front of Cecilia and told her, "Here's money for your dinner. Get yourself something to eat later if you're hungry, and then get a cab home!"

Cecilia immediately picked up the money, smiling happily, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself. Get home safe!"

Owen was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and growled, "I don't need your fake care."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I misspoke, I apologize."

Owen stared at Cecilia for a moment before saying coldly, "Cecilia, no matter what tricks you used to trick my grandfather's into arranging this blind date, I'll tell you, I only love Ruby. I won't love anyone else. You might as well give up now, not everyone can go from being ordinary to important like Lucinda."

Cecilia stopped smiling and also stood up. She grabbed Owen by the collar, pulling him closer. She leaned in and said seriously, "Owen, let me tell you, I never fooled your grandfather. I didn't even know Trenton was your grandfather."

"I didn't want to have a blind date with you either. Didn't you see how I intentionally wore heavy makeup, ate garlic, and this outfit? I made so many sacrifices, all to make you think that I'm not a lady, to make you dislike me."

"Do you really think everyone would like you? I know your feelings for Ruby very well. I would have to be stupid and blind to want to marry you."

Owen said, "Even if you wanted to marry me, I wouldn't want to marry you."

"Hmph, you were forced by your grandfather to go on this blind date. If I really wanted to marry you, you might actually have to marry me." Owen was at a loss for words.

"If you don't want me to marry you, you should apologize to me right now, say that you misunderstood me, and ask me not to hold it against you."

Owen easily pulled away from Cecilia's grip on his collar and said coldly, "You are a few years younger than me but act like an elder trying to teach me a lesson, Cecilia, you truly are shameless." Leaving Cecilia behind, he walked away.

Owen didn't just hit the road, he took the elevator up to the penthouse.

If he's working late, he doesn't bother going home, he just crashes at the hotel, the penthouse is his own personal digs.

As soon as he stepped through the door and shut it behind him, Owen stripped off his clothes and bee-lined for the bathroom.

After washing away the paint, his handsome face came back into view.

He slipped into some clean clothes, Owen looked at himself in the mirror, yeah, looking good, what a stud.

If Cecilia couldn't see that, then it only meant her taste was off.

Good thing, he didn't see much in her either.

But hanging out with her, he had to admit, was kind of relaxing. Even though she could be infuriating at times, but it magically made him forget about all the things that bothered him, which was something he hadn't felt in a while.