The Wife He Forgot to Marry novel Chapter 139

For the next two days, Tallulah remained with the team, and Nolan took no disciplinary action against her. Winona knew it had to be Yulen's doing. No matter what foolish thing Tallulah did, Yulen would always be there to clean up her mess.

While the Locke Group team didn't dare to complain, the people from Goddard Group weren't nearly as accommodating. For days, Tallulah's colleagues from Goddard Group gave her the cold shoulder. Her attempts to mend their relationship were met with icy silence, leaving her feeling both furious and wronged. But Goddard Group had the prestige to back up their arrogance, and there was nothing she could do about it.

For three consecutive days, Winona went to Stefan's villa to give him a massage. And each time, Stefan insisted she stay for dinner.

Although she found their new routine a bit strange, Stefan never said anything that could be misconstrued, seeming to treat her simply as a friend. Besides, she felt a genuine responsibility for his injury, so she felt obligated to go.

On the fourth evening, Stefan was well enough to be off bed rest. He sat on the sofa as Winona emerged from the kitchen after washing the dishes.

"Ms. Jowett," he said, "starting tomorrow, you don't need to come over anymore."

Winona paused, then nodded. "Alright. Does that mean your back isn't hurting anymore, Mr. Goddard?"

A man's back was a serious matter, and she would feel terribly guilty if he developed any lasting problems because of her.

Stefan simply grunted in agreement. "If it still hurt, I'd continue to hold you responsible."

Hold her responsible? How could he use such a serious, formal tone to say something so suggestive? Heat crept up her neck, and she felt her ears burn.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "In that case, I'll be leaving now."

Stefan didn't ask her to stay. As Winona walked out of the villa, a fleeting sense of disappointment washed over her at the thought of not coming back.

But she quickly dismissed it, chuckling at her own foolishness. She and Stefan were from two different worlds; it was only natural that their paths wouldn't cross.

Winona knew Ophelia despised her and didn't dare accept the offer. If she agreed, who knew what accusations Ophelia would fabricate next? Besides, it was clear Ophelia was here to discuss something with Stefan, and Winona didn't want to get in their way.

"I'm fine, thank you," she said to them both. "I won't disturb you. I'll get back to work."

With that, she turned and stepped into a different elevator.

Stefan watched her go, his gaze lingering on her back until the doors closed.

Ophelia seethed inwardly but held her tongue, refusing to ask about their relationship. She was not one to lose her composure. Interrogations and tantrums were tactics for foolish women; as a lady of the Powell family, she wouldn't lower herself to such a level.

At noon, several colleagues eagerly gathered around Winona, inviting her to lunch.