Chapter 459
Owen had been lingering in the Serendipity Cafe for the better part of half an hour, nursing a cup of
joe when Cecilia, the charming waitress with a glint of mischief in her eyes, nudged him to get a
move on his workday.
He dragged his feet, secretly wishing for a torrential downpour to give him the excuse to y hooky.
Unfortunately, as he escorted Cecilia back inside, the rain came to an abrupt halt.
"Cecilia,e on, see me off, will ya?" he pleaded with a grin.
She chuckled in response. "You don''t know your way? It''s just a few steps from the door. You really
need me to walk you?"
Though she teased him, Cecilia turned around, heading back inside. Momentster, she emerged
with a box of pastries, freshly baked by Basil, the cafe''s renowned pastry chef. Tucking the box into
a bag, she handed it to Owen. "You barely touched your breakfast rolls. I don''t want you to starve,
so here''s a little something to tie you over."
"No charge, consider it a gift," she added with a wink.
Owen felt a warm buzz in his heart but couldn''t resist a yful jab: "These are just for me, right?
Not like those two boxes you gave to Ike Moore on the house."
He hadn''t forgotten how Cecilia had once favored Ike with her generosity.
Cecilia''sughter filled the air. "Still clinging to that old story? You''ve got a heart smaller than a
needle''s eye. Now scoot, off to work with you!"
Yet, she couldn''t resist walking him to his car.
As Owen reluctantly rolled down his window, he made onest request: "Cecilia, it''s gonna be hours
before I see you again. How about a couple of pecks to keep the longing at bay and spare me the
pangs of lovesickness?"
"Owen!" Cecilia''s face flushed with a mix of amusement and embarrassment. They were in the
middle of the street, for goodness'' sake, and he had the audacity to ask for a kiss!
She had her dignity, even if he seemed to have left his at home.
Knowing well that Cecilia wouldn''t indulge him in public, Owen was merely stirring the pot. He
nced at Jay and Rex, ensuring Cecilia would have their assistance whenever needed, before
reluctantly rolling up his window and driving off. Soon after, several cars filled with his bodyguards
trailed behind him.
Cecilia was taken aback, realizing only then that Owen''s entourage had been nearby all along. He
was still the same Owen, never without his grandeur.
She watched his car disappear into the distance, then turned back to the cafe, asking Jay and Rex
to stay inside. She didn''t want their imposing presence to scare off potential customers.
The phone rang; it was Lucinda, inquiring about the cafe. After a brief chat, Lucinda had to head
back to work, and a customer entered—a woman dressed to the nines, her belly slightly protruding
beneath a tight dress, her long hair flowing, and sunsses perched on her nose.
She bypassed the waitress and made a beeline for Cecilia.
"You''re Cecilia, right?" the woman asked, her tone suggesting familiarity.
Cecilia eyed her guardedly. "May I ask who you are?"
Without waiting for a proper introduction, the woman pulled out a document from her stylish tote and
pped it on the counter in front of Cecilia.
"What''s this?" Cecilia asked, perplexed.
The paper was a medical report, confirming the woman''s pregnancy.
"Miss, I''m not sure I follow. Why are you showing me your pregnancy test? Am I supposed to be
responsible for it?"
The waitress bit back a chuckle; the absurdity of the situation was almostical.
The woman dropped the bombshell: "Cecilia, I''m pregnant, and your man is the father."
The cafe went silent, and the yful atmosphere from moments ago vanished.
"Jay, should we call Mr. Owen? He must have just gotten back to the office," Rex suggested,
sensing the gravity of the usation.
Jay was already dialing Owen, who answered promptly. "Is Cecilia in trouble?" Owen''s voice was
tense.
"Mr. Owen, it''s you who''s in trouble," Jay murmured, trying to keep the situation under wraps. "It''s a
big mess, Mr. Owen."
"Nonsense, I''m perfectly fine!" Owen retorted.
"Mr. Owen, there''s ady here iming she''s pregnant with your child. Have you been indulging on
the sly?" they probed, their loyalty making them incredulous.
Owen''s shock gave way to outrage. "When did I ever cheat? Who''s trying to pin their bastard on
me?"
The boardroom at Owen''s office went silent. He had stormed into the meeting only to be interrupted
by the startling call.
Realizing he was still in the conference room, Owen excused himself with a hasty apology to Walter,
his second-inmand, and stepped outside to handle the call.
The executives were left in a state of bewilderment, their ears pricked up for any juicy details.
Whispers of the scandal began to circte, questioning how Owen, so devoted to Ms. Scott, could
have ended up in such a predicament.
Soon, they heard the CEO''s furious tirade just outside the door, followed by the sound of his
footsteps storming away, presumably off to confront the woman who was rumored to be carrying his
child.
The other executives exchanged nces, their eyes darting between Walter and Harry, trying to
pick up on any hint or clue from their expressions.
In reality, both men werepletely in the dark.
They were well aware of Owen''s steadfast attitude toward rtionships. He''d been hung up on
Ruby for over a decade, and even though she''d been using him all this while, he never got involved
with anyone else. You could say he was a one-woman man, loyal to a fault.
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And then there was Cecilia.
Their marriage had been brief, more of a formality than anything else, with no real conjugal bond to
speak of.
They were convinced that woman must have forced herself on Owen!
Neither Walter nor Harry could imagine Owen letting any other woman get pregnant. They both
believed in his integrity and his devotion to Ruby.