The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 212

Seeing her flushed, embarrassed expression, Stefan simply smiled. He let the subject drop and asked with perfect gentlemanly politeness, "So, could I trouble you to make that pasta?"

She nodded and quickly escaped into the kitchen.

His refrigerator was fully stocked with fresh groceries, including several of her favorite snacks. Winona was thoroughly surprised.

However, she definitely didn't dare assume they had been bought specifically for her.

She pulled out the ingredients and began washing and chopping.

By the time the pasta was ready, she had completely regained her composure.

Since she wasn't hungry, she only made one serving.

"You're not eating?" Stefan asked.

"I already ate earlier."

Stefan picked up his fork and casually mentioned, "There are snacks in the fridge. Help yourself."

Deciding that sitting there watching him eat was a bit awkward, Winona grabbed a bag of beef jerky from the refrigerator.

It was an imported brand she always kept in her own fridge, but this particular bag tasted slightly different—somehow better.

"Where did you get this?" she asked.

Stefan glanced at the jerky in her hand. "I picked it up while I was overseas on a business trip."

When she had gotten drunk and he had taken her home, he had noticed the contents of her fridge. He had memorized her favorite foods with a single glance.

While abroad, he had spotted her go-to snacks on the shelves and couldn't resist buying them all.

Winona chewed the jerky thoughtfully. "No wonder it's so good. Getting it straight from the source really makes a difference."

Stefan let out a soft laugh. "If you like it, I'll have my assistant order some more for you."

"Oh, please don't go to the trouble," Winona said, feeling a bit self-conscious. "I can just order it online."

Stefan nodded, not pushing the issue.

Once he finished eating, Stefan cleared his plate and loaded it into the dishwasher himself.

Holding the half-eaten bag of jerky, Winona prepared to say her goodbyes. "I should get going."

Stefan gave a noncommittal hum.

Hearing that she was leaving, a half-asleep Biscuit let out a pathetic whimper, trotted over, and gently bit down on her slipper.

"Oh."

Biscuit, who was busy devouring a can of premium dog food, spotted her and happily trotted over.

Winona crouched down to pet his head. Realizing Stefan was out of town and no one was there to watch the dog, she pulled out her phone and texted him.

"Can Biscuit stay at my place for the next few days?"

A few minutes later, his reply came through: "I'd appreciate that. Thank you, Ms. Jowett."

She scooped Biscuit into her arms and headed back to her own apartment, planning to shower and change before heading back over for breakfast.

Just as the elevator doors opened on their floor, Ophelia stepped out, holding a bag of breakfast pastries. When she saw Winona walking out of Stefan's apartment holding his dog, a flash of pure shock crossed her face.

Winona was utterly shameless.

She was tangled up with Yulen while actively stringing Stefan along.

Ophelia's perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms. She spun on her heel, stepped right back into the elevator, and dialed a number.

She was calling Stefan's mother, Margaret.