Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 213

His handsome face turned a bit pale, and Owen reminded Cecilia coldly, "Cecilia, don't forget about our agreement. You have to cooperate with me unconditionally when I need you to put on a show in front of Grandpa."

Cecilia: "Can you hold on a sec? I'll go back with you after I finish dinner with Lucy."

Without waiting for Owen to speak, she continued, "Eating at your place, although the chef's food is tasty and looks good, you guys hardly eat. I could starve to death eating with you guys; I'd have to grab a bite outside before going back."

Owen bluntly replied, "You ate at my place the day we registered our marriage; I didn't see you eating less. You're still alive and kicking."

Cecilia laughed, then just quietly looked at Owen.

She was also a beauty, with watery eyes, but recently she seemed to have stayed up late or something and had a few small pimples on her forehead.

The couple stared at each other for a moment. Owen was the first to lower his head and grumbled, "Hurry up and finish your takeout, then we'll go home. Lucinda has a stake in this restaurant too, so why not let her stay here a bit longer and close up before we go?"

Cecilia was taken advantage of.

"Wait for me then; I eat pretty fast."

Cecilia turned to leave.

A big hand reached out to stop her.

Cecilia turned her head, and Owen immediately let go of her hand and wiped it on his pants, as if touching Cecilia had dirtied his hand.

This action angered Cecilia; she grabbed his hands and rubbed them all over, then threw them away.

"Your hands are poisoned; let me get a kitchen knife and cut them off for you, so you won't die young from the poison."

Owen was left speechless.

"No, don't cut them off; just let you die young, and then I can inherit all your property. I'll be upgraded to the richest woman in Pinehurst."

Owen: "So you're stepping over my dead body to become the richest woman."

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Grabbing her hand couldn't possibly be because he wanted to touch her.

Look at his disgusted expression just now; it's clear he had no interest in her at all.

Maybe even if they slept together and he was stripped naked, he would still have no reaction.

Owen took a deep breath and said softly, "Next time you order takeout, remember to order one for me."

"Do I order takeout every day and order one for you every day?"

He's not going to run to her shop every day.

Seeing that Owen didn't speak, she took it as a default.

Cecilia stretched out her hand in front of him, making a money-counting motion.

Owen's face turned as black as coal.

She's always talking about money with him!

They're married!

Marriage was for life!

"Even ordering takeout for me costs money? Cecilia, are you that short of cash? I clearly give you pocket money every month."

Owen asked through gritted teeth.

"You're not just eating one meal; you eat every day; even if I order you a $15 takeout, two meals a day still cost $30 a day; that adds up to a living expense, right? If you don't give me money, will I have to pay out of my pocket to order takeout for you? Do I owe you?"

Owen: "I don't eat takeout every day; forget it; I'll just go to the hotel for my seafood buffet; you just drool."