The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 153

She left with a resolve so cold it was almost desolate.

Julian watched Winona's retreating figure. Even wrapped in that bulky fur coat, she seemed painfully thin.

Outside the café, Yves Prescott was waiting for her.

He wore a long, double-breasted black coat and gold-rimmed glasses—on first glance, the picture of refined elegance. But when Yves looked at Julian, there was a gleam of victory in his eyes.

Winona's gaze was icy yet unwavering as she faced Yves.

"Didn't go well with him inside?" Yves asked.

"He'll never let me go," Winona replied, her voice both bitter and stubborn.

"What?" Yves wasn't sure he'd heard right.

"I want to make another deal with you," Winona said bluntly.

He hesitated. He was already planning to invest in her, she was about to divorce Julian—what more did she want to negotiate?

"I'll give myself to you for a year."

Yves blinked in surprise.

Seeing him stay silent, Winona upped the ante. "If a year isn't enough, make it two."

Yves said nothing.

"Still not enough? Three years. But you have to give me a time limit, all right?"

Yves adjusted his glasses, regarding her with a bemused expression. "You haven't told me yet—why are you selling yourself to me?"

"I need your protection."

For a moment, Yves's hand lingered on his glasses as he chuckled—more exasperated than amused.

Hadn't he been protecting her all along?

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