How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 205

Yvan was true to his word. A couple of days later, he actually found several men for Winifred, all around the age of twenty-five.

Winifred glanced at Yvan, sneering inwardly, and chose the youngest one. "I'll take him."

Yvan looked at the file. The man was only twenty-three, a kid fresh out of college.

"He's just a junior staff member," Yvan frowned. "And he just graduated..."

"Just graduated is good. He's full of youthful vigor. Besides, I'm not necessarily going to marry him. We're just dating," Winifred shot him a look. "I haven't dated in seven years. I want to enjoy that feeling again. We can talk about marriage later."

"...Alright." Yvan pressed his lips together. "You two can meet tonight and see how it goes."

...

Inside a steakhouse, Winifred sat across from a handsome young man.

His name was Marcus, and he had graduated from a top university last year and was now working as an investment assistant at RockFred Investments.

Marcus was very enthusiastic. He introduced himself right away and courteously poured Winifred a glass of water.

"So, I've told you my situation, and you've met me in person. What do you think of me?" he asked frankly.

Winifred looked at him. "I'm certainly pleased with you, but I'm four years older. Does that bother you?"

"It's only four years, not forty," Marcus chuckled. "To be honest, when Mr. Brown first asked me to go on this blind date with you and mentioned you were older, he offered me a promotion if I agreed. I assumed you probably weren't very attractive. I came here prepared to make a sacrifice, but I never expected you to be so beautiful. Even without the promotion, I wouldn't lose out by dating you."

Winifred was amused by his frankness. "Alright then, let's give it a try."

"The pleasure is all mine!"

Though young, Marcus was very considerate. He was also cheerful and witty. Regardless of whether she had any real feelings for him, Winifred found his company quite enjoyable.

Yvan sat in another corner of the restaurant, watching them without blinking, a fist pressed against his stomach...

"You've only met him once, and you're already so sure?" The taste in Yvan's mouth was sour.

"I'm just having fun, not planning to marry him," Winifred glanced at him. "As long as he's handsome and can make me happy, what's there to be sure about?"

Yvan clenched his fists. Her words—just having fun—stung him.

Winifred sized him up. "You're not regretting this, are you? You were the one who swore you wanted me to find happiness."

"...No, I don't regret it. As long as you're happy," Yvan forced out the words, his expression betraying his true feelings.

"Good."

As they were talking, the elevator reached her floor. Winifred said, "Wait here for a second. I have something for you."

She went into her apartment and returned, tossing the small teddy bear into his arms. "Fitch gave this to me on your behalf, right? Well, I have a boyfriend now. I can't keep things from an ex. It might cause a misunderstanding."