How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 112

"Yvan, you…"

Winifred was about to scold him when she saw him frown, still holding her tight. "Winifred, look."

Following his gaze, she gasped. Her front door was splattered with red paint, with large words scrawled across it.

"QUACK," "DIE," and "PAY UP" were glaringly conspicuous.

The paint was dry, which meant it had been there for some time.

Her neighbors must have already seen it.

Winifred trembled with rage. Those people had gone too far.

Yvan held her close, stroking her back. "It's okay, it's okay. It's just some paint. I'll get someone to take care of it."

It took a long moment for Winifred to compose herself.

She stepped out of his embrace and mumbled a thank you before pulling out her keys.

Yvan took her hand. "You can't stay here. It's not safe."

"It's fine. The door is locked. They can't get in."

"No!" Yvan insisted. "What if they come back and try to break down the door while you're here alone?"

Winifred lowered her eyes. "The police said those people have already been arrested. It should be fine."

"But what if they have accomplices?" he pressed. "You shouldn't stay here. I'm worried."

Winifred bit her lip, saying nothing.

She had nowhere else to go. She didn't want to impose on Queena, and while Stella wouldn't mind putting her up for a while, she didn't want to drag her friend into her mess.

Yvan saw the conflict in her eyes. "Winifred, come stay at my place. The security is excellent; no one can get in without authorization."

She knew he was probably telling the truth. In her dream, she remembered clinging to him.

"Winifred, please, come stay at my place. Okay?" Yvan asked softly.

She looked at the vandalized door, deep in thought. It would take a while to clean up this mess, and if she stayed, she'd have to endure the gossip and stares of her neighbors.

Under the circumstances, staying at Yvan’s for a little while seemed like the only viable option.

Winifred put her key away. "Alright. I'll stay at your place for now."

A wave of relief and joy washed over Yvan, but he kept his expression neutral. "Okay, let's go. Should I carry you?"

"No, I can walk myself." She didn't want any of her neighbors to see.

Yvan put a supportive hand on her arm. "Then at least let me help you, alright?"

Winifred didn't object this time. Her head was still spinning a little.