How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 213

But for the next two days, Winifred didn't visit Yvan again.

Yvan knew she hadn't gone away with Marcus; he had called him to check.

He tried calling and texting her, but Winifred ignored him.

A familiar anxiety began to creep back into Yvan's heart.

After four days in the hospital, Yvan checked himself out against his doctor's advice. He was worried about Winifred, terrified she would disappear from his life again.

The past two days had been agonizing for Winifred as well.

Yvan's reappearance made it impossible to ignore the voice deep inside her.

She knew she still loved him, that she couldn't let him go.

Seeing him sick made her heart ache. When he kissed her, her pulse quickened. And when he begged her so miserably, the pain was almost unbearable.

She didn't know what to do, so she had been avoiding him.

She saw all his messages but chose to ignore them.

After work that day, she returned home, feeling drained. As she was about to take out her keys, she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Before she could turn, she was pulled into a firm embrace.

Winifred didn't need to look to know it was Yvan.

Yvan held her tightly, murmuring, "Winifred, you're still here. Thank God, you're still here."

Winifred tried to pry his arms off, but they were like iron bands, impossible to move.

Frustrated, she snapped, "Yvan, let go of me."

He didn't let go. Instead, he started kissing her.

He kissed her cheeks, her hair, his kisses frantic and disorganized, fueled only by a burning passion.

Winifred closed her eyes for a moment, then said his name with force. "Yvan!"

Yvan stopped, whispering hoarsely in her ear, "Winifred, I missed you. I missed you so much."

"Just let me go first!"

Yvan could hear the anger in her voice and didn't dare push further, so he released her.

Winifred unlocked her door and went inside.

Yvan followed her in.

A lump formed in Winifred's throat.

"That stew you made the other day... was that you?" she asked, forcing back a sob. "It was awful!"

"That was my first time. I'll get better," Yvan said quickly. "Practice makes perfect, right? My cooking will improve."

Winifred didn't reply, but her body trembled slightly.

Yvan felt it. He turned her around and gently wiped the tears from her face. "Winifred, don't cry. When you cry, my heart breaks."

"Yvan, you're the one who made me cry," she sobbed.

"It's my fault, all my fault. Slap me."

He took her hand and brought it to his face.

But when her hand touched his cheek, she couldn't help but caress it instead.

He had lost so much weight; his cheeks were slightly hollow.

Yvan covered her hand with his and pulled her into his arms.

He cupped her face and began to kiss her.