Chapter 10：Ch 10: It's incredible

CHAPTER 2

Owen just didn't own the penthouse, he owned the whole building. It was one of many of his assets throughout the city and it was barely two years old.

The entire top floor was his, over eight thousand square feet, and she'd been there only once before when it was being built to his specifications. At that time it was just being framed. Either way, she wasn't prepared for how immaculate it was.

She knew that Owen was worth a small country but never put it into reality until she saw where he lived. It was incredibly spacious and expensively decorated.

She looked down at her feet to see the polished cream marble-veined floors and felt totally out of her league. Their small house had old shag carpet and Owen had been in it a thousand times, but never even indicated that it bothered him.

She looked all around the entrance she stood in and knew that their house could easily fit in it. Her eyes drifted upward, the walls alone must be twenty feet high.

Oh my, she thought to take in the intricate design of the sculpted ceilings Owen tugged on her arm while giving her a look that told her not to worry about it. The look of awe on her face was a dead giveaway and he knew how they lived. She took a deep breath and nodded.

He knew she felt completely out of sorts standing in a penthouse that was worth more than their hometown. "Don't let it bother you, Abigail." He said. "It's incredible." "It's just a place I hang my hat like everywhere else." That was easy for him to say.

However, from the look on his face, he was completely serious. "It's all cosmetic, for appearances. I'd much rather have what you and Joseph had." So would she. She nodded, "Yes, I agree." Feeling fresh tears she averted her gaze.

He reached over and cupped her jaw to tilt her head up so she would meet his gaze. There was something distinctly profound in his eyes at that moment. Something that was completely out of place with the Owen she knew.

A chubby woman with short dark hair interlaced with grey streaks and ruddy cheeks bustled from around the corner to greet them drawing her attention.

Abigail figured that she had to be in her mid-fifties. She had kind brown eyes that were edged with deep laugh lines and a genuine smile to confirm her thoughts that she was a warm person.

"Abigail, this is Miss Bennett, my housekeeper slash, cook." He introduced with a smile of appreciation. "Oh, you poor dear!" The woman grabbed a surprised Abigail in an exuberantly tight hug practically making her eyes bug out of her head.