The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 190

It was that adorable, soft side of her.

He couldn't help but want to reach out and gently pinch her cheeks.

But even though he was her husband, at this moment, he knew he had no right to disturb that soothing, radiant smile.

"Mr. Nicholson, you said you wanted to have a talk with me. I was honest with you—Winona chooses to be with me. You can envy or resent me all you want, but it won't change a thing. You didn't believe me, and even hit me. Now you've seen it for yourself. I told you, wherever I go, Winona goes too, because she's my lucky star!"

Yves Prescott looked at Julian with that same provocative glint in his eyes.

That stare, the confidence of someone who had nothing to lose, the lazy, wicked smile laced with defiance—every time, it made Julian want to strangle him.

And of all things, Winona was still holding onto Yves's arm.

Julian was on the verge of losing it.

Luckily, Claud and Mayo were nearby, keeping an eye on him; otherwise, he might have snapped again.

He had no idea how things had spiraled to this point.

All he felt was a deep, humiliating sense of helplessness.

"Mr. Prescott will need to stay for observation for two days," the doctor behind them reminded everyone. "He can only be discharged if there are no further issues."

"I'll take him to his room," Winona said, already pushing Yves's wheelchair. Yves lifted his hand to cover hers, the two of them moving in perfect sync—like a couple married for years.

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