The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 308

Forrest offered a slight nod. "I didn't buy the drinks because I felt obligated, either. It's just basic courtesy. If we have the chance later, I'll treat you to a proper dinner."

"You can treat me right now!" Simone blurted out instantly.

Forrest raised an eyebrow at her. "Didn't you two just walk out of the ravioli place?"

Simone rubbed her stomach unapologetically. "I'm still hungry."

Winona was speechless. She had just watched the girl devour a massive plate of food.

The three of them walked back into the diner. Winona opted out of ordering, content to just sip her latte. Simone proudly ordered another small plate of ravioli, but after three bites, she was completely stuffed.

Forrest glanced at her unfinished plate, showing absolutely no sign of disgust. "If you're full, I'll finish it."

Simone flushed, completely embarrassed. "But I already ate from it. I should just box it up and take it home."

She knew Forrest had grown up in poverty and despised wasting food, so she desperately wanted to maintain a flawless image in front of him.

"Ravioli gets soggy in a takeout box. It ruins the texture," Forrest stated simply. He reached across the table, pulled her half-finished plate over, and started eating.

Winona sat quietly, observing him. When he had first sat down, he had meticulously wiped the table with a napkin—he was clearly a clean freak. The fact that he was perfectly willing to eat Simone's leftovers meant he definitely had feelings for her.

Simone, oblivious to the deeper meaning, simply rested her chin on her hands, staring at his handsome face with shining eyes.

Suddenly, Forrest looked up at her. "Why are you staring at me?"

Simone quickly looked away, blushing furiously. She scrambled for a subject change. "Oh! Right, Forrest, didn't you mention that your mom has severe chronic pain in her legs? Do you want me to leverage my family's connections and bring in some top-tier specialists to look at her?"

She stared at it, her pulse skipping a beat. It looked incredibly familiar. She had an identical crescent birthmark on her shoulder.

What an insane coincidence. If they believed in past lives, they could have easily been siblings.

After they said their goodbyes, Simone insisted on driving Winona home.

Simone buzzed with excitement the entire ride. "I can't believe I'm already meeting the parents! What do I wear? What kind of gift should I bring?"

Winona chuckled, thinking her friend was getting a bit ahead of herself.

After waving Simone off, Winona walked up to her front door—only to freeze when two imposing men in brown leather jackets blocked her path.

"Winona Jowett?" one of them grunted. "You're coming with us."