The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 330

Nikita was determined to set her granddaughter back on the right path.

Desperate to break through Yulen's web of lies, Winona firmly shook her head. "Grandma, absolutely nothing happened between me and Mr. Goddard. And for the record, I wasn't the one who cheated. Yulen did."

Nikita let out a heavy, disappointed sigh. "I want to believe you, sweetheart. Truly, I do. But I can see with my own two eyes how deeply that boy loves you. And frankly, the way you've been acting toward him lately is what looks suspicious to me."

Before Winona could argue, Nikita stood up, her tone leaving no room for debate. "You are going to stay right here in this house and focus on recovering. No going out, and absolutely no sneaking off to see this Mr. Goddard. You and Yulen have years of history together. As long as you drop this stubborn attitude, you two can be just as happy as you used to be."

"Grandma, please, listen to me," Winona pleaded, her brow furrowing in distress. "Nothing Yulen told you is true—"

"Are you still refusing to admit you're wrong?!" Nikita snapped, her patience gone. "If you refuse to listen to me, then don't bother calling me your grandmother anymore."

Winona stared at her, a crushing wave of sheer helplessness washing over her.

A gentle knock sounded at the door, followed by Yulen's perfectly modulated voice. "Grandma, Winona. Lunch is ready."

"We'll be right out," Nikita called back.

She patted Winona's hand, her gaze softening slightly but her resolve firm. "Listen to me. Just settle down and live a good life with your husband."

Realizing that any further explanation would be totally useless right now, Winona bit her tongue.

At the dining table, a lavish spread was laid out, consisting almost entirely of Winona's favorite dishes.

Playing the role of the devoted saint, Yulen meticulously instructed the chef to cut all the meat and vegetables into bite-sized pieces so Winona could easily eat with just a spoon.

Watching him fuss over her, Nikita felt even more certain that her granddaughter was being a complete fool for throwing this away.

Winona, knowing exactly how well Yulen could play the crowd, let out a silent, cynical scoff. She picked up her spoon and ate in total silence.

The newly hired staff in the villa whispered excitedly among themselves, completely enamored with Yulen's apparent dedication. They universally agreed that Winona was an ungrateful brat—how could any woman give a man like that the cold shoulder?

Later that evening, Winona was reading in bed when the door opened and Yulen casually strolled in.

Without looking up, her voice was absolute zero. "I agreed to move in here for my grandmother's sake, but I am not sharing a bed with you."

Yulen chuckled, an exasperated, indulgent sound. "You're really still holding this grudge, huh?"

He casually pulled a spare blanket and pillow from the massive walk-in closet and tossed them onto the velvet sofa near the window. "If I sleep in one of the guest rooms, how are you going to explain that to your grandmother? Besides, you're heavily injured. I'm not leaving you alone in here at night. I need to be close in case you need something."

Winona scowled. "I don't need you. Get out."

Yulen leaned against the footboard, a dark, coercive smirk playing on his lips. "Well, if you don't want me sleeping on the couch... I guess I'll just have to sleep in the bed."