How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 212

She accidentally hit him in the stomach, and he doubled over with a muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?" Winifred asked, alarmed.

"I'm fine," Yvan shook his head. "Winifred, you do worry about me, don't you?"

"I don't worry about you. I wish you were dead," she snapped, tears still streaking her face.

"Then why are you crying," Yvan said, cupping her face in his hands.

Winifred had no rebuttal. Her tears betrayed her true feelings.

Yvan leaned in, his body trembling, and gently pressed his lips against hers—the lips he'd dreamed of day and night.

Winifred didn't pull away.

Her body quivered as she closed her eyes in anguish, her hand gripping his arm tightly.

...

Suddenly, the hospital room door swung open.

"Is the IV drip finished..."

The nurse's voice trailed off.

Winifred scrambled out of Yvan's arms, turning away in embarrassment.

"Take it easy, young one — you’re still recovering," the nurse chuckled, not seeming particularly embarrassed. "But maybe you should wait until you're fully recovered for... that."

Winifred's face turned beet red, and the tips of Yvan's ears flushed.

The nurse walked over. "Hey, you even pulled out your needle? Honestly, choosing passion over your health. Come on, let me put it back in."

Yvan went back to the bed and lay down. The nurse reinserted the needle and adjusted the IV drip.

"Try not to pull it out again," she teased with a smile. "You can get back to your canoodling once you're feeling better."

"What are you smiling at? Don't think for a second I've forgiven you. I was just toying with you," Winifred glared at him.

Yvan looked at her. "I'm willing to be your toy."

Winifred felt like she was having a heart attack.

She took a deep breath, adjusted the needle in his arm, and then unceremoniously dropped his hand. "I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her hand.

"Home to sleep!" Winifred snapped, yanking her hand away. "Nothing good ever happens when you're around, Yvan. I didn't get any sleep last night because of you!"

Yvan watched her leave, and for the first time, he didn't feel a sense of loss.

His heart felt full again, warm and content, with a hint of sweetness.

She had cried for him and hadn't rejected his kiss. Didn't that mean she still had feelings for him?