“Cecilia, Cecilia!”
Owen was hustling to keep up with Cecilia, his hands full with three insulated lunchboxes.
“Cecilia, don’t you like that car? Tell me what kind of car you do like, and I’ll get you a new one.”
Cecilia didn’t respond.
She arrived at the entrance of her shop, unlocked the roll-up door with her key, but before she could bend down to open it, Owen rushed forward and handed her the lunchboxes, saying, “Let me help. This door of your shop is quite heavy.”
Cecilia didn’t stop him. She watched as he pushed up the heavy door and then swung open the glass entrance.
“Thanks.”
Cecilia thanked him and returned the lunchboxes, then walked into the shop.
As soon as she entered, she opened all the windows, letting in the fresh air before turning on the air conditioning.
Owen was left grinning like a fool by her simple thank you.
Once she finished with the windows, she turned to look at him and found him still standing in the doorway, holding the lunchboxes and smiling stupidly.
Cecilia failed to say anything.
What had she done to make him so happy?
Perhaps feeling her silent gaze, Owen hurried over, looking at Cecilia with gentle eyes. The more he looked, the more beautiful he found his future wife. They were a perfect match, handsome man and beautiful woman. Their future child would surely be a delight for all who saw them!
“Cecilia, this is the breakfast I prepared for you.”
Owen remembered the reason for his early visit was to deliver the breakfast he had personally prepared for Cecilia.
Although his culinary skills could not compete with his rival, he knew that the men of the Anderson family were generally good cooks.
However, the rarity was that he had personally cooked.
In his entire life, the only people who had enjoyed a breakfast made by him were Ruby and now Cecilia.
Ruby preferred exquisite breakfasts, while Cecilia enjoyed snack-style foods, particularly exotic-style breakfasts.
Exotic-style breakfasts were more diverse, requiring more effort to prepare.
He had risen early that morning to prepare everything.
He had surreptitiously discovered that Stefan had won Lucinda's heart by paying attention to the details of her daily life.
Owen felt he should learn from Stefan’s courting techniques.
Cecilia and Lucinda had similar personalities. Stefan had slowly melted Lucinda’s heart with small gestures, making her feel loved and cared for. If he treated Cecilia with the same respect and affection, he was certain she too would fall for him.
When Owen treated someone well, he did so with all his heart.
In the past, Ruby had been oblivious to his efforts.
“All of this was made by me,” Owen added.
Cecilia cast a glance over the three lunchboxes and said, “I’ve already had breakfast.”
She paused before adding, “Do you think I’m a pig? Why do you bring me so much food all at once?”
Owen pulled her to a table and sat her down, opening the lunchboxes and setting out the breakfast items. He said, “You’ve eaten, but at least try a bit. I made all of this myself. I don’t think you’re a pig, it’s just that I prepared a lot of different things, so I needed a few lunchboxes.”
Each lunchbox had five layers.
Soon, the table was full.
Cecilia looked at the spread before her, all exotic-style breakfast items. There were delicate shrimp, taro root with steamed ribs, chicken feet with peanuts, and cake.
Her eyes sparkled.
“Did you really make all of this yourself?” she asked.
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