Faux Vows, True Desires
Chapter 68

Right now, Owen wasn't at the Martinez family's house, but in a luxury mansion under his name. Webster brought Cecilia back to the mansion, but they didn't go in with her. Instead, they let her go in alone. "Why are you guys making me go in alone?" Cecilia asked in a somewhat puzzled manner, "Isn't he your master? Aren't you worried about him? If he's in a coma due to high fever, and there's a chance he might not make it, how do you plan to explain this to his family?"

Webster was speechless, and told Cecilia, "Ms. Yates, I wish you wouldn't talk so lightly about our master possibly dying. He's actually in pretty good shape."

"If he's in such good shape, then why is he sick now?"

Webster didn't know how to respond. After a while, he said, "He told us to bring you here and then let you in alone. If he doesn't call for us, we can't go in."

Cecilia was confused. Were they trying to make her take all the blame and not even leave a witness for her?

Under Webster's urging, she slowly walked into the house.

The interior was ridiculously luxurious and spacious. Cecilia felt like the living room alone was bigger than her entire house.

Owen was sitting on the couch with his eyes tightly closed, a blanket draped over him. He looked like he was freezing.

Cecilia approached him, stopping two meters away before asking calmly, "Mr. Owen, what did you need from me? I'm not a doctor, I can't cure illnesses. If you don't want to die from being sick, you should have your people take you to the hospital. It's not too late, but if you wait, it might get serious. At that time, even with money, it might not be treatable."

In the face of certain illnesses, money may not be the solution. So, health was the real wealth.

Owen didn't reply, nor did he make a sound. Cecilia called out to him several times, but he didn't respond. "He can't really be dead, can he?"

Cecilia started to panic. She carefully moved closer to him, reaching out to feel Owen's breath. The next moment, she backed away abruptly, tripping over her feet and landing on the floor. Even though she had fallen, she still braced herself with her hands, trying to back away as much as she could.

Her face turned pale, looking utterly bloodless. "Is... is anyone... there..."

Cecilia was so scared she could barely speak; her call for help was so quiet it was barely audible.

Owen was really dead!

When she had touched his nose earlier, she found that he wasn't breathing anymore. No wonder he had his people bring her here and then let her go in alone. He wanted to pin his death on her and make her take all the responsibility.

Oh my God. If she was deemed the one who killed Owen, there would be no escaping that charge.

Didn't Webster say that he was in great health?

She had just doused him with cold water, and he caught a cold. Could that really have killed him...

Wait a second? Looking at it that way, his death did have something to do with her. Because she was the one who doused him with cold water, causing him to catch a cold, and then die.

Cecilia called out a few times, but no one responded. She started to feel very anxious, she couldn't leave the living room, so she picked up the phone in fear and tried to call emergency services. However, she was so nervous that she couldn't even remember the emergency number for a moment.

She actually forgot the emergency number that even kids knew at a time like this.

Cecilia was in a state of confusion.

"Calm down, calm down..."

Cecilia told herself to calm down while dialing on her phone.

"The emergency number is... 911, right, 911."

Just as she was nervously dialing 911, her phone was suddenly snatched away by a large hand. She instinctively looked up and saw Owen standing in front of her, looking down at her. Cecilia stared blankly at him. It was a while before she reacted, and she immediately crawled outside. After crawling a few steps, she got up and ran outside, screaming, "Ghost!"

With a wave of Owen's hand, Cecilia's phone immediately flew over and struck her back forcefully.

"What are you screaming about? How do I look like a ghost?" Owen said a few words in annoyance.

Cecilia stopped, turned around, and looked at him warily, asking, "Are you really not a ghost?"

"Are you so afraid of ghosts because you've done too many bad things? Have you ever seen a ghost come out during the day? Have you ever seen a ghost as handsome as me?"

But when she touched his nose just now, he really wasn't breathing.

"Come here." Owen commanded.

Cecilia shook her head. She wouldn't go over. If Owen had become a vampire and bit her, she would become a vampire too.

Owen: "You've been watching too much TV and reading too many novels."

Cecilia's favorite thing to read was horror and supernatural novels. They were thrilling and exciting, and she was always scared to death, but she loved to read them. And now, the more she read, the more she thought about it.

"I don't want to become a vampire."

"If you don't come over, I'll make you a real vampire."

"You, you're really not a ghost?"

"Have you done too many bad things?"

Cecilia hesitated before walking over. "Can you stretch out your hand so I can feel if you have a body temperature?"

"Do you want to take advantage of me?"

"You, a grown man, are afraid of me touching your hand? You think me touching your hand means I want to take advantage of you, then what if I touch your..."

Cecilia glanced at his lower body and then quickly shifted her gaze. By doing so, it made Owen even angrier. This woman really had a lot of nerve, daring to challenge his patience like this.

Owen sat back down on the couch, ordering Cecilia, "I have a cold and a fever, all thanks to you. You're responsible for cooling me down. Until my cold is better, you'll stay here as my maid. Without my permission, you're not allowed to leave."

When Cecilia heard the first part of his sentence, she said, "I can't cure illnesses. If you have a cold, go see a doctor. Or, I can help you buy some fever medicine?"

But when she heard the latter part, Cecilia was dumbfounded. "Have me be your maid?"

"You got me all sick with this nasty cold, don't you think you should take responsibility?" Owen sneezed multiple times as he spoke, continuously wiping his nose with tissues.

It sucked to have a cold. And this woman was the root of all evil.

"I...I could get you some cold medicine, and then I can cover your medical expenses, okay?"

If she stayed, who knew what kind of scheme he was cooking up behind her back? Owen was no saint, that was for sure.

"You don't have any bargaining power here."

Cecilia was left speechless.

"Family," Owen continued.

Cecilia glared at him, fuming. But soon, she caved in, her whole demeanor deflating in an instant.

"I, I'll take responsibility, okay?!"

Owen tilted his head back, leaning against the couch. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with one hand. His tone was no longer firm but sounded somewhat weak, "My headache is killing me. Can you make me some lemon water?"