The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 149

A handsome face stared back from the mirror—it was Stefan. He couldn't help but chuckle as he recalled Winona calling him 'Mr. Fan.'

She really hadn't recognized him. Fan was a childhood nickname his grandfather had given him, so it was no wonder she couldn’t connect it to him.

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The next evening, Winona finished her overtime work and rushed to the fencing club. She hadn't gotten Mr. Fan's contact information and worried that if she were late, he might think she’d changed her mind and bailed on their practice session.

As she reached the elevators, Winona saw Stefan and Ophelia. She instantly regretted her timing. If she had known they would be on this elevator, she would have waited.

Ophelia smiled brightly. "Winona, where are you off to? You seem to be in quite a hurry."

Steeling herself, Winona stepped into the elevator. "I'm meeting someone to work out," she replied, her voice flat. "I'm running a little late."

"Don't tell me it's Yulen?" Ophelia probed. "You two are so sweet together, working hard to prepare for a baby, even starting a new fitness routine."

Winona couldn't be bothered to explain and just silently watched the floor numbers change.

Stefan had been pleased to hear she was going to work out. But hearing that it was to prepare for a baby, his heart sank.

Had she forgotten how Yulen had hurt her? And now she actually wanted to have a child with him.

When they reached the ground floor, Winona hastily excused herself. "I have to go, so I'll leave you two. Take care."

Then, she quickly walked away.

Ophelia turned to Stefan with a smile. "Stefan, shall we get dinner together?"

"I have something to do tonight," Stefan said coolly. "You go ahead."

With that, he strode out of the elevator.

Winona ignored it and went into the locker room to change.

That evening, Tallulah had insisted Yulen take her to dinner. Yulen had wanted to see Winona, but Tallulah had been so persistent that he had no choice but to agree.

They were eating at a restaurant, and seeing his reluctant expression, Tallulah was in a sour mood and kept finding fault with the waiter.

Yulen felt a surge of irritation, thinking about how her temper had worsened lately. He had originally fallen for her sensible and gentle nature, but her recent transformation had caught him by surprise.

His thoughts drifted to Winona. He and Winona had been together for years, and she had always had a wonderful temperament. Though she had been a bit cold recently, she was starting to return to her gentle self.

Indeed, a woman like Winona was the perfect choice for a wife. However, Tallulah could give him a child. If he wanted an heir, he had no choice but to marry her.

A wave of regret washed over him. It seemed there was no such thing as a perfect woman in this world.