Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 51

Owen shook off Ruby's hand and spoke in a flat tone: "Ruby, do you know how people become disappointed? It starts with little things, accumulating over time.”

Then he turned around and left.

Ruby followed him to the door, but when she saw Owen getting into his car, she gave up.

Owen loved her deeply; even if he was angry, it was only temporary. He would cool down soon.

Tomorrow, she'd invite him for a meal and give him some gifts. As long as she cheered him up, he would forgive her.

Through the rearview mirror, Owen saw Ruby stop at the front porch and didn't chase after him. His face became even gloomier.

He gripped the steering wheel tighter.

The truth was, if Ruby had chased after him, he wouldn't have stayed angry.

She loved Stefan, and he was not blind to that.

But she didn't chase after him.

It felt like Owen's heart was being cut open with a knife.

He brought this on himself.

His enemies had warned him.

Owen left the Scott family and went to a bar. He drank himself into a stupor and didn't tell his bodyguard to pick him up. Wobbling out of the bar, he staggered to his car.

Because he was drunk, his vision was blurry. He came to a car he thought was his. He fumbled for a long time to find his car keys but failed to unlock the car.

"Damn car!"

Frustrated at not being able to unlock the car, he kicked it a few times.

He gave up on driving home and started walking aimlessly under the moonlight.

Late at night, the streets were pretty much deserted, with very few vehicles.

He wandered aimlessly, not knowing where he was. When he got tired, he collapsed and fell asleep in an alley.

In the early morning, a heavy rain washed over the earth and cooled down the high temperatures. People finally felt the coolness.

Stefan's biological clock was very precise. He woke up naturally at half past six every morning.

He opened his eyes to see the woman in his arms.

The air conditioning in the room was too cold. Lucinda, who had kicked off her blanket last night, instinctively sought warmth and burrowed into Stefan's embrace.

Stefan, of course, wouldn't push her away. He hugged her tightly.

So they lay in each other's arms until morning.

He kissed her forehead.

Carefully, he placed Lucinda on one side, freeing himself to get up.

"Who are you?"

Lucinda suddenly shouted.

Stefan quickly turned his head, but there was no one else in the room.

Lucinda's eyes were still closed.

Stefan laughed, realizing she must be asking someone in her dream.

"Don't go; who are you?"

Lucinda shouted, flailing her arms as if trying to grasp something.

Then she suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, and stared blankly.

"Lucy, what's wrong? Having a nightmare?"

Stefan sat back down on the edge of the bed and asked her with concern.

Seeing the sweat all over her forehead, he quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it off, carefully wiping away her cold sweat.

What kind of dream had scared her so much?

"Lucy?"

"Stefan."