How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 140

Yvan touched the side of his face where she had slapped him, a self-mocking smile curling his lips. Did he have some kind of masochistic streak? Why was it that after being struck by her not once, not twice, but three times, he still found himself hopelessly drawn to her?

Just then, his phone chimed. He glanced at the screen, and a flicker of surprise passed through him when he saw Winifred's name.

She was actually initiating contact?

Yvan opened the message. It was about her dress, of course.

He could easily imagine how it would go if he responded as he usually did—with a proper, restrained apology. They would remain cordial, nothing more. After this exchange, she would retreat back into her shell, and any chance of closing the distance between them would vanish once again.

But what if he didn't apologize?

After a few seconds of thought, he sent back a single question mark.

Winifred stared at that solitary punctuation mark, frustration simmering inside her.

“Yvan, you did that on purpose! You ruined my dress.”

She sent a voice message.

Listening to her voice through the phone, Yvan could almost picture her on the other end—flushed with anger, eyes blazing. This version of her, fiery and real, was far preferable to the distant, polite, or cold mask she usually wore.

“It’s just a dress. How much was it? I’ll pay you back,” he replied.

Reading his dismissive words, Winifred grew even more irritated.

As if money fixes everything.

“Forget it! Consider it repayment for all the times you helped me before.”

“So my help was that cheap? Only worth a dress?”

“This dress cost three thousand!”

“So my help is only worth three thousand?”

Winifred was momentarily speechless.

He’s the one who was unreasonable. How did this end up making me feel like I owe him?

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