How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 122

The suggestion jolted Yvan. He hung up abruptly and sped back home.

As soon as he walked in, he saw the lights were on. Someone was definitely here.

Yvan rushed into Winifred's bedroom.

There she was, her back to him, folding clothes. She turned around at the sound of his arrival.

"You—"

Before Winifred could say another word, Yvan pulled her into a fierce hug.

"Where did you go? Why was your phone off?" he demanded, his arms tight around her. His voice was a mix of anger and reproach, but mostly overwhelming relief.

Winifred could barely breathe, confused by his intense reaction.

She pushed against him. "Yvan, what are you doing? Let me go!"

He wouldn't release her. "Do you have any idea how long I've been looking for you? I couldn't reach you. I thought something had happened."

From his frantic words, she pieced it together. He couldn't get through to her and had assumed the worst.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"My phone died, that's all," Winifred explained. "I just went out for a bit. What could possibly happen?"

"Who knows? Your concussion isn't fully healed, and you just saw Zebulon. It's snowing out... I was just scared. Scared you'd have an accident, or collapse somewhere," Yvan murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His warm breath on her skin sent a strange shiver through her.

This was too close. This wasn't how normal friends behaved.

She pushed him away with more force.

"Thank you for worrying about me," she said, biting her lip. "I... I just went back to my apartment. I saw that the paint was all cleaned up. Thank you."

The food had gone cold. Yvan stuck it in the microwave, then stared at the buttons, frowning, unsure how long to set it for.

Winifred sighed and shook her head slightly. She walked over. "Here, let me."

While she was heating up the food, Mr. Perez called. Yvan stepped out onto the balcony to answer.

"Yvan, the security footage shows your sweetheart is safe and sound back at your place," Mr. Perez said in a teasing tone.

A faint blush touched the tips of Yvan's ears. "I see her. Thanks, Mr. Perez."

"Don't mention it. Bring your future wife to meet us sometime," Mr. Perez chuckled.

Even though he knew Winifred becoming his wife was a distant prospect, Yvan couldn't help but smile as he casually agreed.

Winifred had finished with the food. Yvan mumbled a few more words and hung up, walking back inside.