Faux Vows, True Desires
Chapter 119

Lucinda was really lucky, scoring such an excellent guy like Stefan as her husband, and they even tied the knot!

After getting to know Stefan, Lucinda realized he had been eyeing her for a while.

She figured she must have done a lot of good in her past life to end up marrying Stefan.

She felt even luckier than the leading lady in a romantic novel.

Stefan took Lucinda to a glass case, opened it, and took out two diamond rings. He picked one, took Lucinda's hand, and slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Lucy, this is our engagement gift. Now you can put a ring on me."

Lucinda was taken aback, but she put the ring on him.

"You've roped me in now, you'll have to put up with me for the rest of your life."

Lucinda replied, "I'm all in on spending my life with you, regardless of our different backgrounds. I'll do my best to fit into your world and close the gap between us."

"I was brimming with confidence, but tonight, the surprise you gave me made me realize that I can't shrink the distance between us."

His wealth was beyond Lucinda's wildest dreams.

At first, Lucinda thought he was just an ordinary worker.

Once she knew his true identity, not much changed, except that he took Lucinda back to his mansion at Diamond Ridge Estates. She thought that was just who he was. But tonight, Lucinda realized she had underestimated his wealth.

"We're husband and wife, so what's mine is yours, and what's yours is still yours. There's no gap between us. Lucy, believe in yourself, believe in me, okay?" Stefan wanted to surprise Lucinda, but not scare her off.

He said, "You saw tonight, my family is laid back. They didn't put on any airs and they even loved the local specialties you brought." "We're from the same world, Lucy. I don't want you to say we're from two different worlds. Can we drop that talk from now on?"

Lucinda looked at him, wanting to say something but not knowing what.

The special shoe and clothes room set up for Lucinda was too overwhelming for her.

She needed to chill for a bit.

Stefan didn't pressure Lucinda.

Lucinda was his wife now, she could never leave him again.

She could check out what he had prepared for her anytime she wanted.

As she took a bath, Lucinda leaned against the edge of the tub, surrounded by warm water.

She hadn't quite recovered from Stefan's surprise.

Someone knocked on the door.

Stefan asked with a concerned voice, "Lucy, are you done yet? It's been half an hour."

The water was getting cold.

Lucinda had locked the bathroom door, otherwise Stefan would have come in and taken a shower with her.

His call snapped Lucinda back to reality.

She hurriedly replied, "I'm done, I'll be right out."

She quickly got up, wrapped herself in a large towel, and grabbed the new pajamas he had prepared for her. He told her they'd be washed every few days to ensure they stayed fresh and dry.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Lucinda came out.

Stefan was waiting for her at the door, also in his pajamas.

Seeing the confusion in Lucinda's eyes, he explained with a smile, "I went to the guest room to shower."

This way, he could be right there when she came out.

And that's exactly what he did.

As soon as Lucinda came out of the bathroom, he scooped her up.

Lucinda gave a soft yelp, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck to prevent herself from falling.

He carried her to the bed and gently laid her down. He gazed at her affectionately, making her eyes well up with emotion. Then he leaned down and kissed her.

That night, they had each other to themselves.

The next morning, Lucinda woke up to find it was already late morning.

The man beside her was gone.

Lucinda was stunned for a moment before sitting up.

The covers slid off her, revealing her in the same pajamas she had worn to bed.

Last night, he had carried a exhausted Lucinda into the bathroom.

Maybe it was another hot bath that put her at ease, because she had no memory of what happened after that.

On the nightstand, there was a neatly folded set of clothes that Stefan had picked out for her.

And a set of jewelry he had prepared for her.

Considering Lucinda's past living conditions, she would probably need some time to adjust to her new life. So the set of jewelry Stefan picked out was the cheapest one in the jewelry box. And the design was also relatively popular.

There was a note under her phone.

Lucinda picked up the note. The handwriting was strong and full of energy.

"Good morning, love. I picked out your clothes and jewelry. You can just put them on. If you don't like what I picked, you can choose your own. Love you."

Stefan had drawn a heart at the end of the note.

Seeing the heart, Lucinda smiled.

"Stefan, I'm so lucky to have you care for me so deeply."

"I don't think I can stop myself from falling for you."

No wonder Ruby couldn't let go even after being rejected by him ten years ago. She even gave up everything overseas and came back for him.

Lucinda thought, if it weren't for her mom constantly nagging her to get married, forcing her to rent a boyfriend out of desperation, she wouldn't know when she would be accepted by him. Maybe this was their destiny.

She was grateful that fate had pushed such a great guy into her life.

She was also thrilled that she had the guts to rent Stefan as her boyfriend, and to accept his marriage proposal.

Lucinda didn't choose her own clothes. She put on the ones Stefan picked out for her.

She, who usually didn't wear jewelry, put on the set Stefan chose for her.

She trusted his taste.

She knew that whatever he prepared for her would be something she liked.

After freshening up, Lucinda went downstairs by herself.

She was still on the stairs when she heard Savannah telling Patrick, "Stefan is really sweet on Lucy, getting up early in the morning and hustling in the kitchen to prepare a lavish breakfast for her." "The chefs are all grumbling that Mr. Coleman is stealing their jobs."

Patrick grumbled a bit, "The moment that lad got a wife, he forgot about me. I've never had breakfast made by him."

Savannah shot back at him, "That's on you for being picky. You used to only eat the food I made. Now that I'm getting on in years and you're worried about me getting worn out, you're finally willing to eat the chefs' cooking, and only one person's at that."