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?”

Yvan continued, “Is it just me who’s unacceptable? Or do you think that once someone makes a mistake, they should be condemned forever?”

Winifred’s face flushed deeper. “Yvan, just because I didn’t say yes to you, does that mean you’ll never let me go?”

She looked up at him. “Can’t I refuse you? Why shouldn’t I be allowed to refuse you? Just because you’re Mr. Brown? Is your pride too fragile to handle rejection from an ordinary woman?”

Faced with her rapid-fire questions, Yvan let out a short, humorless laugh. “Winifred, you’re good at changing the subject.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m leaving.”

Winifred turned to go, but Yvan caught her wrist. “Where are you planning to go with Owen? His place? Yours? Or a hotel?”

Humiliation and anger flashed in Winifred’s eyes as she pulled her hand back. “Where I go with him is none of your business!”

“Do you even know what kind of man he is before running off with him?” Yvan’s jaw tightened, his voice laced with scorn. “I’ve heard he’s been with countless women. Then again, if all you want is to sleep with him, then forget I said anything.”