Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 42: I Wish I Could Meet The Homeowner

Sawyer followed Abigail into the house.

"Your house looks nice."

He was genuinely impressed by Ronan’s taste in decorating.

"Thank you, Sawyer. But this is all thanks to my poor landlord. I felt like I won the lottery when I got this place," she said, gesturing for him to sit on the sofa before moving toward the kitchen. freēwēbnovel.com

"Poor landlord?" Sawyer asked, not sitting on the sofa but following her into the kitchen and standing in front of the island.

He was curious to know whom she was referring to—himself or Ronan.

"Yeah, well, my landlord is a bit unlucky. When he finishes renovating this house, his boss transfers him to another city..." Abigail replied while checking the ingredients in the fridge.

"I see," Sawyer was relieved to learn that Abigail was talking about Ronan. "So you should be thankful to his boss, right? Because of him, you get to live in this beautiful, clean house."

Abigail laughed as she took a few ingredients from the fridge. When she turned to place them on the countertop, she was surprised to see Sawyer sitting across from her, his chin resting on his hand, eyes fixed on her.

She swallowed nervously before saying, "Well, I should be thanking two people..." A faint smile emerged on her lips as she recalled what happened with Mr. Peters.

"Two people?" Sawyer straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest, curious to know who the other person was. Ronan? He felt a stab of jealousy.

"Yes. My landlord’s boss and this place’s actual and ultimate homeowner..." Abigail explained to Sawyer that her landlord wasn’t the ultimate owner; he also rented this home. So he kind of sublet it to her.

Hearing her explanation, Sawyer struggled to maintain his composure, realizing she was talking about him. He worried he might accidentally give himself away.

She continued, "I hope that one day I can meet my homeowner and thank him for not kicking me out and allowing me to stay here without paying anything. He is my savior!"

With a smile, Abigail skillfully began preparing a simple dinner: classic spaghetti aglio e Olio. It only took her a few minutes to cook.

"Young lady, you already met him. I own this house and let you stay here for free." Sawyer wanted to say that, but, of course, he held back.

Instead, he said, "You seem to have so many saviors in your life, Abby..." trying to tease her.

Abigail’s hands paused as she crushed the garlic, then she smiled at him.

"But you are at the top of my list now, sir. I owe you my life... I won’t forget that."

"I was just kidding to remind you," he chuckled.

"What do you want to drink?" she asked, trying to change the subject.

"Anything you have. I’m not picky."

Abigail said nothing but smiled while checking her fridge. She remembered that Sawyer liked beer; that was the impression she got the first time they met.

After a moment, she returned with sparkling water. "Sorry, I can’t give you a beer, Sawyer, because you’re driving."

Sawyer silently laughed, hearing her words.

"Thank you, Abby..."

"You’re welcome," Abigail replied as she continued to cook.

...

Not long after, they sat at the dining table facing each other.

"Hurry, hurry, try it! How does it taste? I hope you like it..." Abigail said, eager to hear his opinion.

This was the first time she had cooked for him, and she didn’t know what he liked. She prepared something simple for their dinner, and there was no need to wait long.

After taking a bite, Sawyer placed his fork on the plate and smiled at her.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"This is delicious, Abby!" Sawyer exclaimed, raising both thumbs in praise. Before continuing, he added, "You could open a restaurant if you wanted; this is really fantastic..."

Abigail didn’t fully believe him at first. She tried her spaghetti and nodded slightly, agreeing with his compliment. Indeed, it was pretty tasty.

"Thank you for the compliment, Sawyer. But opening an Italian restaurant isn’t one of my plans for the future."

Although she loved cooking, Abigail could imagine how tiring it would be to work as a chef in a restaurant, especially standing in front of a hot stove all day.

She preferred being a barista because the position allowed her to enjoy drinking coffee without having to endure the stove’s heat.

...

Continuing their very late dinner, Sawyer and Abby chatted about various topics, allowing them to get to know each other better.

However, something came to Sawyer’s mind after a while, and he wanted to ask her about it.

"Abby, can I ask about your future plans?" he asked. Seeing her frown, he quickly added, "Do you intend to work at Crimson Leaf Cafe forever?"

Abigail was surprised by his question. She has been thinking about it a lot recently, especially regarding her career in architecture. Many reasons were holding her back from returning to that profession at this time.

Instead of answering him directly, she asked, "Sawyer, you know I’m an architect, right?"

He slowly shook his head and said, "You mentioned you work at Urbangrid Innovation, but I didn’t know you were an architect."

Sawyer was being honest. He had never read Ethan’s report detailing her work, or perhaps he had just overlooked it.

"I’m their main architect," she said with a bittersweet smile, recalling her experiences there. "But for now, my short-term plan is to temporarily leave the industry and work at the café as a barista."

"Why didn’t you apply to work as an architect at another company? I imagine many firms would be eager to hire you..." Sawyer asked, genuinely curious. If she were the leading architect, her skills would be impressive.

"You think my bastard ex will allow me to do that? He’ll probably block me from entering the industry," Abigail said bitterly. She knows how Ryland’s mind works; he will do anything to sabotage her opportunities.

A frown appeared on Sawyer’s forehead as he heard that.