The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 150

Tired of talking to Tallulah, Yulen scrolled through his phone. Suddenly, a news story about a fire caught his eye. It reminded him of the past, and he asked, "Tallulah, do you remember that big fire four years ago?"

At the mention of it, Tallulah felt a pang of guilt. "I do. Why?"

Watching her expression, Yulen continued, "After that fire, I was surprised by how strong you were. You didn't seem to have any trauma at all."

Tallulah's hand secretly clenched. "I was terrified, really," she lied smoothly. "But knowing you were safe helped me overcome any fear. I even went through a lot of therapy afterward to get over it, you just didn't know."

She had worried for a moment that he had found something out. But then she remembered that Winona had never told Yulen the truth about who rescued him. Besides, she had bribed all the witnesses at the time. Even if Yulen had his suspicions, he wouldn't be able to prove anything.

Back then, she had used his guilt and desire to compensate to get into his bed, and now she was using the baby to solidify her future position as Mrs. Locke.

Regaining her composure, she turned to Yulen with a pout. "Yulen, don't you believe me? Would I really lie about something like that?"

Although what she said didn't quite match the images in his memory, Yulen chose to believe her.

Fearing that the more she said, the more likely she was to slip up, Tallulah quickly changed the subject to the baby. "Yulen, when the baby comes, will you love the baby more than me?"

Yulen smiled and stroked her hair fondly. "Are you really jealous of our baby? You're still such a child."

Tallulah mumbled, "I just want you to love me more, to always put me first."

Behind his mask, Stefan's eyes darkened for a second before he gave a casual nod.

Winona put on her mask, and they walked to the practice strip together.

He seemed exceptionally gentle today, his attacks much slower, and Winona was surprised to find she could parry a few of his moves. Her spirits lifted, and she began to imitate his movements from the day before, launching her own attack.

But she had forgotten that the man in front of her was far more skilled. After just a few rounds, she was drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed and hot.

Just as Stefan was about to suggest a break, she lunged at him. He instinctively parried. Even though he had held back, the impact sent a numbing jolt through her palm. Her wrist suddenly gave out, and with a soft cry, her foil flew from her grasp. She stumbled backward, landing on the floor, looking up at him in a daze.