How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 134

“My sister doesn’t have time.” He set the clothes by the door and left.

Winifred waited until she heard the door close, then cracked it open just enough to make sure Yvan was really gone before reaching out to pull the bag inside.

As expected, there were no undergarments in what Yetta had provided. Winifred blew her own dry, quickly changed, and got dressed.

The outfit Yetta had given her was a form-fitting, mid-length wool sweater. Since the size was a bit too small for Winifred, it made her curves even more pronounced and her waist appear slimmer. The coat was a short fur jacket that did little to conceal her figure—if anything, it accentuated her shape even more.

Winifred wasn’t used to wearing clothes that highlighted her body so much, but she had no choice right now.

She tugged uncomfortably at the hem of the sweater, placed her soiled clothes into the bag, and stepped out.

“Changed already?”

A voice from behind startled her.

She turned to find Yvan leaning casually against the wall by the doorway, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers.

“What are you still doing here?” Winifred asked.

“Having a smoke.” Yvan exhaled a slow, practiced smoke ring into the air—a gesture that made it clear he was no stranger to cigarettes.

Winifred knew Yvan had started smoking back in high school; she’d once caught him sneaking a cigarette with a group of his friends in a corner of the schoolyard.

But when they were dating, she remembered he hardly smoked at all—no real habit, no addiction.

Seven years could change a person.

Winifred pressed her lips together. “I’m leaving, then.”

“Why the hurry? Rushing off to meet that guy?”

Winifred stopped and turned around.

“Do you need something?”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify