How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 115

Winifred woke up feeling much better.

She had barely eaten breakfast, and now her stomach was rumbling.

As she walked out of the bedroom, she saw Yvan standing in the open-plan kitchen, cooking something.

He wasn't wearing an apron. His custom-tailored shirt had the sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms.

He still wore his expensive watch, and even while cooking, every movement he made exuded an air of refined grace.

Steam rose from the pot, lending a touch of domesticity to the usually aloof young master.

Could he actually cook? Winifred found it hard to believe.

As far as she knew, Yvan was hopeless in the kitchen.

During the winter break of their freshman year, he had taken her to his family home.

He had told her to lie to her family, saying she'd be back in three days. Instead, he brought her to his house.

His family was away—his parents were traveling, and the staff was on holiday.

It was Winifred’s first time at Yvan's home, and even though the mansion was empty, she felt incredibly nervous.

Stepping into a place that looked like a palace made her feel deeply insecure.

In his bedroom, Yvan had led her through all sorts of reckless acts. But they had never gone all the way.

She hadn't been ready.

At the time, they hadn't been dating for long, and she didn't want to rush into a physical relationship.

Yvan hadn't forced her, but he had kept her in his room for a full day of passionate foolishness.

Eventually, they both got hungry.

Yvan asked if she knew how to make pastas. Winifred nodded.

After eating, Yvan went to the sofa to play video games.

Winifred silently gathered the dishes and washed them.

They stayed at the Brown family estate for three days, and Winifred cooked for him the entire time—mostly pastas, because Yvan said he liked them.

"I don't know how to cook," Yvan replied. "I only know how to make this."

After he and Winifred broke up, there was a time he missed her so desperately that he tried to replicate the pastas she used to make for him.

The first attempt was terrible, but eating it stirred something different within him.

From then on, whenever he missed her, he would make tomato and egg pastas. His cooking skills improved without him even realizing it.

Winifred tried not to read too much into it. He had always liked the dish; it was only natural that he'd learn to make it.

Once she was nearly finished eating, Yvan spoke. "Zebulon called me earlier. He wants us to let Cornelia off the hook."

Winifred hadn't known Cornelia was behind it and was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"The harassment campaign against you was orchestrated by Cornelia," Yvan explained. "The main perpetrator took her money to deliberately cause you trouble, with the goal of ruining your reputation."

Winifred was momentarily stunned.

"The police took Cornelia in last night. Zebulon called, asking you not to press criminal charges. He's willing to compensate you in other ways," Yvan continued. "I know you still have to work at Zion Medical Center, and making an enemy of Zebulon wouldn't be good for your career. That's why I didn't reject him outright. I wanted to hear your opinion first."