The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 112

Only then did Helga finally relax.

"Come on, let's eat! Apparently it's my job to take care of the three of you—cracking crab shells, serving soup, you name it! Really, what did I do to deserve this?" Winona realized that not only did she have to support three freeloaders, but as soon as she got home, she also had to wait on them hand and foot.

Yet after making up with her "three burdens," their cramped little apartment was suddenly filled with laughter.

The Next Morning

Winona was up before dawn.

She needed extra time to get herself ready.

Yves Prescott had made plans with her the previous day—they were supposed to go see a piece of land out in the suburbs, nestled by the woods and a quiet lake, perfect for building a peaceful retirement home.

Of course, there was a catch. She had to go as Yves Prescott's companion—a woman kept by a wealthy man.

Which meant, today, she needed to dress the part of a glamorous socialite.

Winona chose a blush-pink cashmere turtleneck, slim black pants, and matching pink Italian leather boots with a modest heel. Over that, she slipped on a cream-colored alpaca coat, cut just above the knee, its flared sleeves and collar revealing the delicate pink of her sweater underneath. The whole ensemble made her look radiant, delicate, and just a little bit sultry.

Even she was caught off guard by her own reflection in the mirror. She looked every inch the pampered beauty, the kind who'd never had to work a day in her life.

When Yves Prescott arrived to pick her up and saw her, he froze.

This time, she truly caught his eye.

The first few times he'd met Winona, he hadn't thought much of her looks. In fact, after their car accident, he'd found her rather plain—almost ghostly and unsettling.

But at Old Mrs. Shepherd's birthday dinner, he'd realized she wasn't unattractive at all. She was, in fact, quite striking—but not to the point of being the most beautiful woman in the room.

Today, though, Winona was different.

Through the eyes of a man who'd seen and known many women, Yves Prescott saw that Winona's beauty now held a richness and depth.

She was shy, yet playful.

Radiant, yet mysterious.

Above all, she had the understated sensuality of a young woman with stories to tell—impossible to ignore.

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