Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 255

The doorbell rang.

Just as Becca was about to get up to open the door, Devon Yates said, "Stay put; I'm done eating. I'll get the door."

Devon stood up and walked out.

"Dude, can you save me some grub?"

Cecilia watched her brother wolf down the food and couldn't help but say it in exasperation.

"First come, first served. I'm not saving anything for anyone."

Hudson said, pushing the food toward his sister.

Then he praised their mother: "Mom, your cooking is dope. I could eat it all day, every day, and never get sick of it."

"Oh really? Who was it then that was making excuses to go out for breakfast when I cooked the same thing for a month straight?"

"Mom, it was my brother. He was complaining to me at that time, saying he was so sick of eating the same thing all the time that he wanted to barf."

Hudson: "Cecilia!"

She betrayed him!

Becca shot her son a dirty look. "Now let me see you barf."

"Mom, I love your cooking; I really do. You make the best food. Cecilia, don't talk nonsense."

Hudson said, grinning at Becca, then quickly grabbed a piece of toast and a glass of milk from the table and rushed out.

Becca tried to smack his hand with a utensil, but missed.

"Haha, you missed."

Hudson walked out, breakfast in hand, looking smug. He was running late for work.

His sister had it easy.

Being the boss, she didn't have to rush like an office drone. She could leisurely have her breakfast, sip her coffee, read the tabloids, and still be on time for work at her own shop.

Hudson bumped into his grandfather in the yard.

He spilled all the milk he was holding onto his grandfather.

"Grandpa!"

Hudson chuckled awkwardly.

Devon looked down at his clothes, then glared at his grandson.

"Grandpa, I didn't mean to."

"Almost thirty and still can't act your age."

Devon scolded his grandson, then suddenly changed the subject. "There are some shady characters at our doorstep. Grab a stick and see what they're up to."

"Shady characters? Where did they come from? I didn't hear anything."

Hudson was puzzled but acted quickly. He handed his glass to his grandfather, then bit into his toast and picked up a thick stick from the yard to check out the situation at the door.

He rushed out with the stick, only to find several tall men, each carrying a bunch of packages. They looked like they were here for someone.

Hudson held up his stick and locked eyes with them.

Owen looked very embarrassed.

He was the one who had rung the doorbell.

When Devon came to answer the door, he greeted him politely.

But instead of inviting him in, Devon scolded him, told him off, and closed the yard gate in their faces.

Owen was extremely embarrassed.

He couldn't tell the truth. If he did, Devon would not only yell at him but might also kick him out.

He stood still for a moment, then decided to leave with his bodyguards. Just then, there was a commotion behind him.

He thought Cecilia had come out and turned around happily, only to see a burly man charging at him with a thick stick.

Faced with Hudson's might, Owen didn't know whether to dodge or let him have at it.

"Mr. Martinez?" As soon as Hudson opened his mouth, the toast fell out.

Everyone's gaze fell on the piece of toast on the ground.

Hudson gave an awkward laugh.

He wanted to put down the stick, but it was too long. If he put it down, he might hit Owen and his men.

He said awkwardly, "My grandpa said there was a mad dog outside. I was worried that my sister might run into it on her way to work, so I wanted to chase it away. It looks like Mr. Martinez has already scared it off."

"I'll take the stick inside. Mr. Martinez, please step back so I don't accidentally hit you with it."

Owen did as told.

While he was stepping back, Hudson bent down to pick up the toast from the ground, then took the stick inside.

The gate was open, and Owen thought for a moment before deciding to take his bodyguards into the Yates family.

"Mr. Martinez."

When Hudson had put away the stick and saw Owen and his men coming in, he immediately blocked Owen's path.

"Mr. Martinez, what's this all about?" He pointed at the bodyguards and the many gifts they brought.

Owen made up a serious lie: "Yesterday, Cecilia did me a huge favor. I didn't get a chance to thank her before she left. I believe in paying my debts, so since Cecilia has done me such a big favor, I must personally thank her. That's why I came early, hoping to catch her at home."

"She did you a huge favor? What favor?" As for Owen's claim of being a man who paid his debts, Hudson chose to ignore it.

If he were such a man, he wouldn't have threatened his sister to protect Ruby in the first place.

"Well, it's a long story. But Cecilia really did me a big favor. Without her help, I might have lost everything. If I didn't thank her personally, I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life."

His lie was incredibly smooth.

Owen said it without batting an eye, as if it were really true, which made Hudson unable to tell truth truth from the lie.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, they were already in the yard, and Hudson could only let them in.

Walter called.

After answering, Owen simply said, "I know." NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

He was talking about the video of Lucinda and Keith together. He knew about it a long time ago and guessed it was Ruby's doing.

His feelings were complicated. After being reprimanded by his grandfather, he finally decided not to interfere.

But Keith was Savannah Blue Anderson's grandnephew. Was it really okay for Lucinda to be so close to him?

Should he give Stefan a heads-up?

If one day Stefan went bald, he'd be totally screwed.

Because an emotionally wounded Stefan would blow his top and be all kinds of pissed off. Then he'd need to find someone to vent his anger on.

And who did Stefan love to take it out on when he's mad?

His nemesis would be the first in the line of fire.

Owen decided to give Stefan a call later on to remind him that even if they're family, they shouldn't get too close. After all, men and women were not the same.

As soon as Owen walked through the door, he wanted to greet Becca and Devon warmly. But then he remembered that his marriage with Cecilia was on the downlow, so he quickly switched gears.

Cecilia spat out her milk and started coughing.

He was so quick to change his tune that Becca's attention was diverted by Cecilia's coughing fit, so she didn't hear what Owen said.