The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 154

Winona nodded. "Okay!"

"Deal!" Yves Prescott answered without a moment's hesitation.

"Thank you!"

"I have one condition right now," Yves said.

"What is it? Name it."

"A kiss."

Winona fell silent.

To be honest, she didn't exactly hate Yves Prescott, but she couldn't say she liked him, either.

She was nothing like Felicity, who seemed to have endless good fortune. Every decent man wanted to help Felicity, and she never had to pay a price for their devotion.

Winona's fate was the exact opposite.

"All right." Her tone was grim, as if she were marching to her doom. "Do as you wish."

She closed her eyes, bracing herself, waiting for him to make his move.

The look on her face—pained yet resolute—gave Yves a sudden pang of guilt, as if he'd turned into some irredeemable villain.

He drew her gently into his arms and pressed the lightest, briefest kiss to her forehead.

And just then, Julian stepped out of the café and saw everything.

His eyes darkened instantly, a dangerous glint flashing in them, sharp as a drawn blade aimed straight at Yves.

Yves, sensing the stare, looked up at Julian. Their gazes locked.

Julian's eyes were cold and unreadable.

Yves's held a hint of a smile.

Held in Yves's arms, Winona looked at Julian, too. Her eyes were tired but determined.

Julian remembered what Yves had once said to him: "When I'm done with her, I'll send her somewhere filthy and make a little cash on the side."

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