Chapter 30 The Fake Couple’s Pretend Date–1
Cestha had a rough right, tossing and turning the rubbed her tired eyes and dragged herself downstairs, where she found Julian already at the dining table, munching on breakfast
the frowned, cleared her throat, and catted wat, Clen, being my breakfast to my room
After a lot of abience, the ralied out again, but still no answer.
Cecilia pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and stomped downstairs, glaring at fullan What did you do to Cles?
folion took a casual sip of his coffee and said. She finished making breakfast and prepping the meds, then went home. She’s not coming over today
Cecilia & Irssen deepened What’s your game now? You sent her away, so what am I supposed to eat?”
“You ll have breakfast and then go on a date with me. We’ll eat out.” Julian glanced at her, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Julian, have you lost your mind?” Cecilia laughed, clearly annoyed. “Why would fake spouses go on a date?”
Julian, unfazed, took a bite of his toast. I ruined your dress yesterday. I’ll buy you a new one.”
Cecilia narrowed her eyes, remembering the ruined blue dress, and her anger flared. Julian had the nerve to bring up yesterday.
“Just buy it and have Owen deliver it.” She grabbed her breakfast and turned to leave.
“Sit down and eat here.” Julian called after her, “I’ve got the whole date planned for today.”
Cecilia stopped in her tracks, eyes wide, looking at Julian like he was crazy. She noticed the schedule next to him and realized he was serious.
Julian’s recent weird behavior made Cecilia uneasy, but she didn’t want to confront him. She decided to go along with it for now–after all, it wasn’t her money being spent.
She pursed her lips, sat back down, and started eating her toast, ignoring Julian.
Julian knew this meant she agreed, and a small, almost invisible smile played on his lips.
Half an hour later, Cecilia finished her medicine, put on a mask, sunglasses, a baseball cap, and threw on a black trench coat. She walked downstairs.
Seeing her getup, Julian frowned. ‘Are you going on a date or robbing a bank?”
“Put these on. Cecilia tossed him a pair of black sunglasses, ‘I have no interest in making front–page news.”
Julian raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t being on the front page be better? Don’t forget the mess you caused before. We need to look like a loving couple now.”
Cecilia had no comeback, so she gritted her teeth in frustration. Not caring if Julian could see, she rolled her eyes at him behind her sunglasses.
At 10:30 AM, in the bustling heart of Skyview City.
A super eager sales assistant kept showing Cecilia dress after dress, but she didn’t even glance at them and just bought them all.
Julian stood off to the side, arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line.
The shopping cart was overflowing with dresses, but Cecilia hadn’t even touched the fitting room door.
Was she doing this just to get under Julian’s skin?
“Alright, that’s enough, Cecilia said, throwing a smug look Julian’s way.
With a scowl, Julian pulled out his credit card to pay. There were so many dresses, he even had to buy the shopping cart.
The sales assistant was over the moon, sneaking a few photos as they left.
Outside the women’s clothing store, Julian pushed the cart and handed four huge shopping bags to Cecilia, saying coldly, ‘Carry them yourself.”
Cecilia shook her head. ‘I can’t carry them.”
Julian frowned. ‘Then why did you buy so many?‘
Cecilia smiled. ‘Because I like them.”
Chapter 30 The Fake Couple’s Pretend Date–1
Julian narrowed his eyes and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Just as he was about to shove the bags into Cecilia’s hands, he noticed paparazzi trailing them from a distance.
He discreetly pulled back and put on a gentle expression. “Alright, I’ll have Owen take them back.”
Cecilia shrugged.
With that sorted, Julian naturally took Cecilia’s hand and said, “Someone’s taking pictures of us.”
Cecilia had noticed too and replied irritably, ‘So can you at least lose that icy look?”
Julian shot back, “If we’ve already been recognized, what’s the point of hiding? They’ll just make up stories, which will be even more of a hassle. We might as well let them take the photos.”
Cecilia had no comeback, so she simply took off her sunglasses and mask, revealing her beautiful face.
She asked, “Where to now?”
Julian replied, “Archery.”
Soon, they arrived at a small archery range in the underground mall.
Cecilia stood aside, watching Julian.
He stood firm, raised the bow, and drew the string in one smooth, fluid motion. The light cast on his profile highlighted his stern and focused expression.
