Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 270

"What are you doing still here? Go wash your hands, or do you need me to do it for you?"

Owen nodded, getting up to wash his hands.

By the time he came back, Cecilia had already devoured half of the pastries.

As he sat down, he said, "Cecilia, you look like you're still hungry. Will you still be able to eat peacefully if I join in?"

"Why don't you just watch me eat then?"

Owen was felt speechless. He was just trying to show concern, and her response was pretty blunt.

Cecilia found it amusing that he was indeed just sitting there, watching her eat, so she slid half of the cake to him. "Eat up, otherwise, if you starve to death, I won't have anyone to foot the bill, and all my efforts will be in vain."

Owen didn’t wait for a second and started munching on the pastries.

Her words were a little harsh, but she was actually very kind-hearted.

He decided not to talk too much. The more he said, the more likely he would say something wrong. Better just eat the pastries.

By the time the waiter returned with their late-night snacks, the two had already finished the pastries.

"Cecilia, Mr. Martinez, your late-night snacks are here."

After the waiter distributed the packed food, Owen thanked the waiter. He then turned to Cecilia, "Cecilia, you should give this employee a raise."

Such attention to detail, even remembered to pack his late-night snack.

After saying that, he suddenly realized he may have talked a bit too much, and quickly added, "I don't mean to meddle in your business, I just think good employees should be rewarded."

"I heard Walter is also a great employee, Mr. Martinez, don't forget to give him a raise too. In my shop, good employees naturally get raises. Since this waiter is doing such a good job, Mr. Martinez, you should not only say it but also show it, like leaving a tip or something."

"Cecilia, there's no need."

Cecilia nudged the waiter under the table, and the waiter immediately stopped speaking.

Owen was taken aback, then quickly pulled out his wallet, casually taking out some money to give to the waiter, saying, "This is my tip for you."

The waiter glanced at the stack of money, about two hundred dollars, she dared not accept it.

Cecilia nudged her again, and she finally accepted it.

"Cecilia, Mr. Martinez, enjoy your meal, I'll clean up and clock out."

The waiter quickly left, also pulling Fiona along with her.

They hid in the pastry room, the waiter counted the money, less than two hundred dollars, one hundred and eighty. She counted sixty for herself, another sixty for Fiona, and stuffed the remaining sixty into Fiona's hand, whispering, "This is for Cecilia."