A group of people burst in, and for a moment, Winona thought they were the police. But the man at the front turned to her and said he worked for Yves Prescott.
Winona was genuinely taken aback.
Yves was still in the hospital, his arm in a cast—how could he possibly know what had happened, let alone send people to rescue her so quickly?
She couldn't help feeling deeply moved by it.
Every woman, at some point, longs for a strong man who cares for her, protects her, and stands by her side. Winona was no exception.
Felicity had Julian.
And Winona… she wanted Yves Prescott's protection too.
A wave of sweetness washed over her, but Winona was nothing if not practical. She'd been married. She had children—two of them. There was Mia, her hopelessly romantic friend, and her frail, sweet grandmother who depended on her.
With so many people relying on her, she and Yves Prescott were never meant to be.
Besides, after the nightmare of her last marriage, she had no interest in tying the knot again.
She thought, maybe it's enough to just live quietly with Helga, Mia, and Zane. Maybe that's all she needed.
So, the little flicker of sweetness in her chest was snuffed out almost as quickly as it arrived.
If she survived this ordeal, she'd pour her energy into her work and her family—and making a better life for them.
Yves's men quickly subdued the attackers. Their leader called Yves Prescott right away.
Winona never expected to find Yves waiting at her doorstep—not only him, but Helga, Mia, and Zane all with him.
And then she heard Zane call Yves, "Dad?"
Well, why not?
Zane had always longed for a father's love. Letting Yves be his godfather might not be such a bad idea.

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