How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 214

Winifred trembled as she kissed him back, tears streaming down her face. The salty taste of them filled their mouths, a bitterness that only made their kiss deeper.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, kissing her as he undid her clothes.

Winifred didn't resist. She traced the still-healing scars on his back, returning his kiss with equal fervor.

When they were both naked, Yvan held her close, whispering in her ear, "Wini, I love you. I love you so much!"

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The sound of cooking drew Winifred from the bedroom. Fighting through the soreness in her body, she found Yvan at the stove.

When he saw her, Yvan smiled. "You're awake. Hungry? It'll be ready soon."

Winifred glanced at the clock. It was already past nine at night.

After they'd made love, she hadn't known how to face him, so she'd pretended to be exhausted and closed her eyes, only to actually fall asleep.

Winifred clenched her hand slightly.

He had just gotten out of the hospital, and after what they'd just... and now he was cooking for her. Wasn't he exhausted?

Winifred walked over and took the spatula from his hand. "Let me do it. Your cooking is terrible."

"I know how to make this one," Yvan protested. "I've practiced it a lot. I can do it."

"Just stop talking. Have you eaten?" Winifred shot him a look. "You just got out of the hospital. You can't be skipping meals."

So she was worried about him. A warmth spread through Yvan's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Winifred stiffened, her face stern. "Get out of here. You're in my way."

Yvan let her go. He'd only taken a couple of steps when she called out again, "What are you eating? You can't have this stuff; you just got out of the hospital."

"I made some broth," Yvan said.

"Just broth?"

"Yeah," Yvan nodded. "That's all I've been having these past few days."

"No wonder you were so weak just now," Winifred scoffed. "Don't you know you can't live on broth alone? There's no nutrition in it. I'm not keeping you around if you turn into some frail weakling."

Yvan rushed to hug her again. "I'm just still recovering from the hospital. My strength isn't back yet. I'll add some meat, I promise. I won't become a weakling."

He had been too excited earlier, and his body hadn't fully recovered, so his performance hadn't been his best.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Yvan would take a few bites, then stare at Winifred, then take a few more bites and stare again. She started to blush and deliberately hardened her expression. "If you keep staring at me, I'm kicking you out."

Yvan didn't dare look again.

After dinner, Yvan tried to clear the dishes, but Winifred pushed him toward the door. "Go home and rest. You're not fully recovered, so stop trying to act tough. If you end up back in the hospital, I'm done with you."

Winifred slammed the door shut.

She was worried about him, but she also didn't know how to face him.

Yvan stood stunned in the hallway for a moment before returning to his own apartment.

He sat on his couch, replaying every detail of their time together.

When they were in bed, he could feel that she loved him.

Even though she said harsh things, he could tell she was worried about him.

A smile crept onto Yvan's lips.

He took out his phone and sent Winifred a text: Winifred, goodnight. I love you.