The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 301

Not wanting to cause a public scene, Winona Jowett slipped into Yulen Locke's car.

He handed her a cup. "Here. A matcha latte. I picked it up right after work. I know it's your old favorite."

He had been flipping through her old diaries, slowly recalling the little things she used to like.

Winona didn't reach for the drink. "I prefer fruit flavors now," she said flatly. "I don't really drink matcha anymore."

Yulen froze for a second, then set the cup down on the console. "Alright. Next time, I'll get you a fruit one," he replied, his tone perfectly even.

She didn't bother responding.

When they arrived at the luxury boutique, they walked in together. The manager looked surprised to see Yulen walk through the doors with Winona instead of Tallulah Shipley. Still, her high-end retail training kicked in, and she greeted them with a flawless, professional smile.

"The gown I ordered," Yulen said. "Bring it out for my wife to try on."

"Right away, Mr. Locke," the manager nodded, stealing a quick, discreet glance at Winona as she turned away. Was this the real Mrs. Locke? Did he just call all his beautiful companions 'wife'?

Winona stepped into the fitting room. The dress was a bit snug around the waist, but she managed to zip it up.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Locke," the manager apologized awkwardly. "The measurements seem a little off, and I'm afraid there isn't enough time to alter it for tonight."

"It's fine. No need for alterations," Winona shook her head. "This is perfectly okay."

The measurements Yulen had provided were likely from five or six years ago. Her waist had definitely been a little slimmer back then. It was completely understandable that he hadn't noticed how her body had changed. After all, once they were 'married,' he had never taken her shopping or paid any attention to her clothing sizes.

Seeing her miserable expression, Shirley gently tried to change the subject. "Hey, do you want to go grab some dessert?"

Tallulah locked her phone, her jaw tightening. "I am not going to just roll over and lose. I won't let Winona steal my career and my man."

She opened her camera, snapped a selfie with her red, teary eyes, and sent it to a childhood friend who had been secretly in love with her for years. One word from her, and Quentin Vance would drop everything and fly back into the country for her.

Playing hard to get? Two could play at that game.

She was finally starting to see right through Yulen. He didn't actually want a well-behaved, fiercely devoted partner. He wanted the thrill of the chase—a woman who brought him excitement and a challenge. If that was the game, she was going to change her strategy.

Shirley saw the contact icon on Tallulah's screen and gasped. "You're asking Quentin to come back? He was insanely obsessed with you! Aren't you worried he and Yulen will actually tear each other apart?"