The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 495

Inside the office, Yves Prescott sat at one end of a sofa, intently reviewing a stack of documents. Winona was lying down, her head resting comfortably in his lap. His left hand gently cradled her cheek while his right moved across the papers with a pen.

Yves looked up, surprised to see Julian. Behind him, Sue immediately apologized. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Prescott. I didn't know Ms. Perkins was..."

But Sue had known. She had just left the office moments before. She wanted Julian to see how close Winona and Yves were, to witness their intimacy firsthand. Julian had been showing up unannounced lately—at the house, at construction sites—and now he had come directly to the company headquarters. Seeing how successful Winona had become was clearly not enough of a shock for him. Sue decided he needed something more forceful to make him finally give up.

Yves offered her a slight smile. "It's alright, Sue. You can go back to your work."

He knew her well enough to understand her intentions and didn't blame her. With a calm, composed expression, he looked at Julian. His hand remained on Winona's cheek, as if his touch was the only thing that allowed her to rest peacefully.

The sight was a punch to Julian's gut. His eyes reddened, and he spoke with a barely suppressed tremor of agitation. "Yves, this is Winona's company. What are you doing here, handling her paperwork?"

The sound of his voice woke Winona. She had been exhausted lately, juggling the collapsed construction sites, managing The Perkins Group's affairs, and caring for two children. The night before, Grandma had an upset stomach, and Winona had stayed up with her, leaving her drained. She had just finished a meeting and collapsed on the sofa, unable to stay awake any longer.

She opened her eyes and saw Julian standing at the door, though she wasn't particularly surprised. Sitting up, she slipped on her heels. The lazy contentment she'd had while resting in Yves's arms vanished, replaced instantly by the poise of a sharp, capable executive.

Her eyes were bright and clear, holding the calm confidence of one who had weathered every storm. It was the quiet strength of someone who had faced it all and emerged the master of her own fate.

"What is there to talk about?" Winona genuinely didn't see the point. Everything that needed to be said had been said when they divorced.

Beside them, Yves shot to his feet. "Julian, watch your mouth! If you can't speak civilly, then get out. You're not welcome here!"