How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 207

Winifred didn't get back until one in the morning. When she reached her door, she noticed Yvan's was still open. Curious, she walked over and peeked inside.

Yvan was curled up on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the doorway, filled with longing.

When he saw Winifred, he immediately stood up and walked over. "Winifred, why are you back so late?"

Winifred leaned against the doorframe. "Yvan, I'm on a date with Marcus. Why are you telling us what time to come home?"

Yvan pressed his lips together. "I was just worried about you."

"Worried about what? We're both adults," she shot him a look. "Are you going to meddle in when we kiss or sleep together too?"

Yvan's face turned a little pale. "I didn't mean anything by it. I just think you two are moving a bit too fast."

"Isn't moving fast a good thing? It means we're hitting it off," Winifred said coldly. "From now on, stay out of my business with Marcus. We're adults, and we'll come home whenever we want."

Yvan's lips were tight, but he said nothing.

Winifred looked him up and down and mocked, "Speaking of which, it's been days. Your injury should be mostly healed by now. Why haven't you moved out?"

"The new place isn't done with renovations yet. I'll move as soon as it's ready." Yvan couldn't hide it any longer and pressed a hand to his stomach.

He already had stomach problems and couldn't handle spicy food, but he had forced himself to eat the chili sauce Winifred gave Fitch, and his stomach had been hurting ever since.

He thought the pain would pass, but it was only getting worse.

"What's wrong with you?" Winifred finally noticed his pale face and the sweat beading on his forehead. Something wasn't right.

"I'm fine," Yvan said, trying to endure the pain. "Do you need anything else? If not, I'm closing the door."

He didn't want her to see him in such a pathetic state.

Winifred didn't answer or leave. She just stared at him.

"I'm closing the door then. Goodnight." Yvan forced a smile and started to shut the door.

Just as it was about to click shut, Winifred suddenly blocked it with her hand. "Don't."

"Is there something else?" The pain in Yvan's stomach was so intense that his forehead was slick with sweat, but he kept up his pretense.

Winifred quickly helped him up. "Where's Fitch? Where did Fitch go?"

"He's... on a business trip. He's not here," Yvan managed to say.

Winifred frowned. "Where's your stomach medicine? I'll get it for you."

"You don't have to. I'm really fine..." Yvan shook his head.

Seeing him in so much pain yet still trying to act tough, Winifred snapped, "Yvan, do you think I want to take care of you? I'm just afraid you'll die next door and I'll get scared at night. Now tell me where the medicine is!"

Yvan finally stopped protesting and pointed. "In that medicine cabinet."

Winifred helped Yvan to the sofa, then got the stomach medicine and a glass of warm water.

As she poured the water, she noticed the jar of chili sauce on the table was nearly half empty. It was the one she'd given Fitch.

Fitch wasn't here now, so clearly, Yvan had been the one eating it.

Winifred placed the water on the coffee table, put the pills in his palm, and said irritably, "You can't even handle spicy food, so why eat it? Serves you right for having a stomachache."