The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 369

Winona's face flushed as she offered a small, shy smile. Having been through one marriage, her perspective on "love" was more grounded. She saw fleeting infatuation for what it was—a transient emotion. True, deep affection, she believed, was built over time, through mutual care and the kind of devotion that made you treat the other person as an extension of your own life.

She and Yves had only known each other for four short months, yet the love he showed her felt profound and unwavering.

Choosing her words carefully, she said, "Yves, I think I could fall in love with you. But I can't be a burden to you. I've lost that girlish feeling of giddy romance, but I will protect you and cherish you with my life, just as you have protected and cherished me."

She spoke with such sincerity, her tone both direct and calm. She wasn't the twenty-six-year-old girl who might flirt or play games; there was no pretense of a fairytale romance. But in her words, he saw the pure, untainted depths of her heart.

"That's more than enough," Yves whispered, holding her tighter. His stubbled chin rested gently on her forehead. "I'll wait for you, for as long as it takes. Whenever you're ready to get married, I'll throw you a wedding. Our wedding will be grander and more lively than Julian and Felicity's ever could be."

"I don't care about a grand wedding," she said softly. "All I want is someone who will truly be good to me, who will love me."

"You may not care, but Felicity does. She's always been competing with you. Her wedding to Julian is coming up. If you wanted, I would marry you tomorrow, on the very same day as them. That would certainly make things in Greenwood City more interesting," he suggested, a playful glint in his eye.

"No, Yves. If I chose to get married on the same day as Felicity, I'd be giving her too much credit. If she wants to compete, let her compete with a ghost. Our careers are what matter more to me," she replied, her voice gentle but firm.

"As you wish," he said. He had no intention of pressuring her or making her feel the slightest bit of discomfort. He knew she was nothing like Felicity. Winona craved stability and certainty. Felicity craved vanity and appearances. The two women were simply incomparable.

"Here, eat up. If our careers are what matter, you need to eat well. A healthy body is essential for a successful career."

"Okay," she murmured, her head slightly bowed, a hint of sweetness in her voice.

Just as she settled back into her seat, her phone rang again. She didn't even need to look to know it was Julian. She silenced the call.

"Why not answer?" Yves asked, then added reassuringly, "You don't have to worry about my feelings. When it comes to your personal matters, I don't consider Julian a rival. A man who is so blind in his choice of women is not worthy of being my opponent."

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