Julian had seen them the moment they left the construction site. He had watched from his car as they walked toward him, laughing and talking with an ease that radiated a sweet, intimate happiness unique to them.
Especially the smile on Winona's face. It was confident and intelligent, with a touch of sophisticated grace. The combination created a womanly charm that was neither contrived nor cold, neither weak nor overly soft—it was just right. The way she tilted her head, laughing as she poked Yves's chest with a long, elegant finger, would have mesmerized any man.
She had actually told Yves, "You're handsome, charming, and a great cook."
What kind of relationship allowed a woman to say that to a man? It had to be one of mutual attraction, comfort, and sweet affection. That kind of relationship nourished a woman, making her beauty shine from within.
It was a side of her he had never seen, never experienced in their six years together. He was utterly transfixed.
Even now, he told himself he didn't love Winona, that he loved Felicity. But seeing Winona so relaxed and happy with Yves, acting like a cherished young woman, he felt a sharp, tearing pain in his chest.
He knew, with absolute certainty, that Winona had once loved him deeply. But now, that love was truly gone. Otherwise, she could never have changed so completely.
After Yves greeted him, Winona turned and saw him. She didn't let his presence dampen her spirits. Still smiling, she said, "Good morning, Mr. Nicholson. Thank you for settling the payment so promptly. I'm officially a wealthy woman in Greenwood City now. As for the villa…"
"Tiana is used to that house," Julian cut in. "She cries every time I mention moving. So, I'll pay you the market value in cash. Is that acceptable?"
"That's what I was thinking as well, Mr. Nicholson," Winona replied, her smile calm and gentle.


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