The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 547

Winona swatted his arm playfully. "I'm serious. Don't think I'm joking. Besides, it's not entirely for you. Since taking on this R&D role, I've realized it's not a solo performance. You need the ability to coordinate resources and manage a team.

"Stefan, I used to be terrified to even dream about something like this. But now, I suddenly have this ambition, and I actually believe I can pull it off. One day, I want to establish my own lab and become someone like Mr. Harper."

Stefan stared at her, stunned.

The pure, blazing confidence in her eyes completely captivated him.

The woman he loved never failed to surprise him.

Winona wasn't like Ophelia or Maeve. She loved him, but her universe didn't revolve entirely around him.

She had her own agency, her own brilliant mind, and a career she was fiercely passionate about.

The love she wanted was to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him as an equal, not to exist as a pretty accessory.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Winona, you truly are a treasure."

*

Yulen woke up shivering on the floor outside Winona's apartment.

His head was splitting open. He fumbled for his phone and called his assistant to come pick him up and take him to the hospital.

The assistant rushed over and practically carried him into the elevator.

Winona was just heading out for work, and they ended up in the same elevator car.

When Yulen saw her, a spark of hope lit up in his bleary eyes.

He thought that seeing him looking this pathetic and weak would surely make her feel at least a shred of pity.

But she didn't even glance his way, treating him like he was completely invisible.

A suffocating weight slammed into Yulen's chest, making it hard to breathe.

The doors opened, and Winona walked out without looking back.

Yulen's eyes darkened as his assistant dragged him out to the car and drove toward the hospital.

In the backseat, he realized his phone was dead and handed it to the assistant to charge.

When the screen lit up, he saw over a dozen missed calls—all from Tallulah.

He squinted in deep annoyance.

He had only stayed out for one night. Did she really need to monitor him like a prisoner on parole?

Maybe marrying her really had been a massive mistake.

He sat in the silence, beginning to heavily regret his impulsive decision to marry Tallulah just for the sake of the baby.

Giselle beamed. "Okay, Dad."

Winona ignored them entirely and continued walking toward the back with the two technicians.

Suddenly, the doors of the freight elevator slid open. Two workers stepped out, carrying a massive pane of tempered glass that was already fractured with spiderweb cracks.

Sylvan instinctively grabbed Giselle and leaped backward to shield her.

Winona, who was walking right behind them, took the full force of Sylvan's elbow as he flailed back. The impact threw her entirely off balance, sending her hurtling straight toward the shattered glass.

If not for the incredibly fast reflexes of the two technicians—who grabbed both of her arms and yanked her back—she would have crashed straight into the jagged shards.

Seeing that she hadn't been impaled, Sylvan didn't even offer an apology. He just grabbed Giselle and hurried into the passenger elevator.

Once she caught her breath, Winona deeply thanked the two men.

They took a different elevator up to the third floor and settled into a private dining room.

Winona was a regular here, and the owner remembered her well. He had specifically instructed his head chef to prepare a spread of their absolute best signature dishes for her.

The crown jewel of the meal was the Stuffed Fish Ballotine.

The dish required mind-bending knife skills and endless patience. The chef had to start at the mouth and meticulously peel the entire skin off the fish in one flawless piece, perfectly separating the meat from the bone without a single tear.