Faux Vows, True Desires
Chapter 330

"Are you coming out, or should I go in?"

Stefan frowned, "Can't we discuss this over the phone?"

"I'd like to talk face to face."

Owen said irritably, "Stefan, I'm begging you, can we meet in person?"

Stefan laughed, "Owen, you're actually begging me."

"That's right, I'm begging you. So, are you coming out, or should I go in?"

Owen felt like he'd lost all dignity in front of Stefan because of love.

He used to do this for Ruby, and now it's for Cecilia.

"Alright, considering you've helped me out before, you can come in. I'll have Emma open the door for you."

Stefan stopped laughing and agreed to let Owen in.

Owen expressed his thanks and then hung up the phone.

"What's going on?"

Lucinda asked concernedly, "What was Owen begging you for?"

"He didn't say, just mentioned that he had something important to discuss with me. I'm not sure what he and I can possibly talk about. From his voice on the phone, I could tell he was really stressed out." Stefan took the hairdryer from Lucinda again, "Let me dry your hair first before I go see him."

"I can do it myself, and you go see him, see what urgent matter he needed your help with. When I had problems before, although it was Cecilia who asked for his help, he still helped out. We owe him a favor." Stefan said, "I've already thanked him personally and even paid him a sum of money as a reward. Your good friend paid with her marriage for this. If anything, you only owe your friend, not Owen."

After drying Lucinda's hair, he handed the hairdryer to Lucinda for her to finish up.

"Lucy, do you want something to eat?" Stefan asked before leaving the room.

"I won't eat. Eating at this time will make people gain weight. I'm already fatter than before. If I eat more, I'll turn into a ball."

Stefan laughed, "You're not fat at all. You're skinny, just like a model. Even if you get fat, I'll still love you, and I won't mind because I'll probably be fatter than you, so we won't judge each other." Lucinda laughed, "Okay, you better go now, don't keep Owen waiting. He might just barge upstairs to replace you."

Stefan muttered and left the room.

As soon as he reached the ground floor, Emma led Owen in. Owen's bodyguards didn't come in.

"Mr. Coleman, Mr. Martinez is here." Emma led Owen to the sofa and turned to Stefan.

"Emma, get Mr. Martinez a glass of water," Stefan instructed Emma as he walked over.

Emma responded and went to get the water.

"Please, have a seat."

Stefan gestured for Owen to sit. Only after Owen sat down did he take a seat across from him.

"I prefer coffee."

When Owen sat down, he started complaining about Stefan, "Don't you have any decent coffee left? I come to your place, and you only offer me a glass of water."

Stefan looked at him, responding, "You're so full of rage. You're about to burn yourself up. I asked Emma to get you a glass of water to help you cool down. You really should be more grateful. I meant well." Owen was speechless.

This was his enemy, who could tell he was angry just by looking at him.

"You came to my place in the middle of the night and didn't even bring a gift."

Owen kep silence.

He actually brought a lot of things, but those were supposed to be gifts for the Yates family. However, under the pressure of the Yates family and his wife, he reluctantly agreed to a divorce, and all the gifts were returned. They're still in his car.

Even though the gifts were returned, Owen didn't plan to give them to Stefan.

In the future, he would again bring those gifts to the Yates family. If he couldn't give them away the first time, he would try several more times until he succeeded.

"Spill it. What kind of trouble has the Ikella group gotten into? Let me make it clear. I only acquire, not finance."

Owen looked displeased, "Stefan, can't you be more polite?"

Stefan retorted, "Have you ever heard me say anything nice?"

Owen was taken aback.

"Other than business matters, I can't think of anything we can talk about that would make you come to see me in the middle of the night."

Owen said, "You seem upset too like you're not getting what you want."

Stefan replied, "My wife and I are very much in love, so what you're suggesting is impossible. It's more suitable for you."

Stefan reminded him, "Owen, I can only spare twenty minutes. See how much time you've wasted."

Owen: "You've been talking about irrelevant things, causing me to waste time. Stefan, you and I are in the same boat. We both have contractual marriages. You and your wife, me and Cecilia." Stefan leaned back slightly on the sofa, smiling, and said, "So you're here for Ms. Yates. You should be talking to Lucinda, not me, because Lucinda and Ms. Yates are good friends."

"If I were to talk to Lucinda, you wouldn't even let me in the door."

"You can call her, and I don't mind. I'm very generous. I'll give Lucinda her freedom and won't interfere with her personal life."

Owen snorted, "Nobody is generous in the world of love."

Stefan gestured for him to continue.

Emma brought a glass of water for Owen and a cup of coffee for Stefan.

"Emma, prepare some snacks for me." Stefan was really getting hungry.

He glanced at Owen and added, "Make an extra serving."

Emma agreed and then headed to the kitchen.

"The sun will rise from the west tomorrow, Stefan. You're actually inviting me to eat."

"Well, you might as well just pull an all-nighter tonight, staring out west to see if the sun decides to rise from there tomorrow. You're such a pain in the ass, I try to be nice to you, and you still replace something to bitch about. You're just itching for me to sic my dogs on you, aren't you? I'll make sure to fulfill that wish next time. I'll starve a couple of dogs, and as soon as you show up, I'll let them loose. They'll be on you like white on rice, craving some meat."

Owen was furious. "Stefan, when Lucinda found out about your true identity, did she ever think about filing for divorce?" Owen finally got to the point.

He felt a bit awkward asking this question.

Because he was the one who had spilled the beans about Stefan's real identity to Lucinda in the first place.