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."

And to make matters worse, her grandmother called and asked her to come home.

Left with no choice, Felicity headed back to see her. "Grandma, what is it?"

"Felly, I've been thinking," Old Mrs. Shepherd said generously. "Your grandfather never really loved that country woman. He just felt guilty. It shows he's a man of principle. If he wants you to photograph that Jesus statue and give it to her, then so be it. I'm fine with it."

Felicity smiled, trying to reassure her. "The statue's still at Julian's place. I'll get it back and bring it to you and Grandpa, so you both can give it to her together. That way, you'll show a united front, repay the old woman's kindness, and you and Grandpa can show off a little in front of her. It's a win-win-win. Don't you think?"

"My granddaughter is absolutely right!"

"I'll fetch the statue from Julian now," Felicity said, seizing the chance to go see him.

Leaving her grandmother's house, she drove straight to Julian's villa. He wasn't at the office, and his phone was still off, so she'd just have to wait for him at home.

She needed to know what had really happened that afternoon.

Meanwhile, Julian had already returned home, grabbed the Jesus statue, and left again.

On the way, he dialed a number he'd never called before. "Could you come out for a moment? I have something for you."