The Wife He Forgot to Marry novel Chapter 132

Winona shook her head. “I’m fine.”

She glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Ophelia clutching Stefan’s arm, her face pressed against his sleeve in a deeply intimate gesture. Not wanting to stare, she quickly turned back around.

Ophelia’s gentle voice drifted from the back seat. “Stefan, you got some lipstick on your jacket. When we get back, give it to me, and I’ll have it dry-cleaned.”

“Don’t bother,” Stefan replied, his tone flat.

“How could I not? I’m the one who got it dirty. I have to take responsibility.”

Winona tuned them out, closing her eyes and pretending to rest.

When they arrived at her apartment building, Winona said, “This is me. I’ll get going.”

Without another look at Stefan or Ophelia, she pushed open the car door and got out.

Once she was gone, Ophelia asked Stefan, “Winona doesn’t seem to like me very much. I already clarified to everyone that she wasn’t the one who pushed me. Do you think she still misunderstands me?”

Stefan shot her a cold look. “If you had explained immediately, there would be no misunderstanding. Stop playing games, Ophelia.”

If it weren’t for his respect for the Powell family, he would have kicked her out of the car.

Ophelia bristled with resentment but dared not show it. Even if the little kindness he showed her was only because of Evander, it was enough for now. She would make him fall in love with her, slowly but surely.

Back in her apartment, Winona finally received a message from Mr. Clark. He asked her to send over the new version of the proposal for him to review and re-evaluate.

Winona replied with an affirmative and opened her laptop to examine the proposal Camille had sent her. After reading it, her head throbbed. The proposal was riddled with problems; it was no wonder the Powell Group had rejected it. She wondered if Tallulah had come up with this disaster with her eyes closed. It was embarrassing to even present such a research plan.

Since she had to work during the day, she could only use her nights to revise it.

“Alright, we’ll figure something out later,” Rhea said, her heart aching for her friend. “Go get some rest. It pains me to see you like this.”

Winona was truly exhausted. “Help yourself to anything in the living room,” she yawned, heading to her bedroom. “I’m going to sleep.”

She woke up at twelve-thirty in the afternoon. Rhea was gone, but had left a note: “Boss called me in for overtime. I ordered you some takeout, make sure you eat it!”

Winona was touched seeing the lavish lunch spread on the table. Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Wynne, inviting her to lunch.

Since Wynne had introduced her to Mr. Clark, she felt obligated to accept. She replied with an okay.

When she arrived at the designated private dining room, she pushed the door open and froze.

Inside, a man with a rakish grin was lounging at the table. It was Lachlan.