How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 218

Even if her father didn't love her anymore, she still wanted to see him one last time. A tiny flicker of hope remained in her heart—maybe he had his reasons.

And she wanted to visit her grandmother's grave again.

She wanted to talk to her grandmother, to tell her everything that had happened recently, to ask if she would be angry with her for getting back together with Yvan, if she would think her an ungrateful granddaughter.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Winifred checked her work schedule, called a colleague to switch shifts, and cleared three days off.

Then she opened a travel app and booked a flight for early the next morning.

When she got home that evening and was unlocking her door, she heard footsteps behind her, and a moment later, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

She didn't need to guess who it was.

"Winifred..." Yvan murmured in a low, husky voice.

He held her tightly, their bodies pressed close.

"Yvan, let me go first," Winifred said, feeling squeezed.

Yvan paused for a second before loosening his grip.

Winifred pushed the door open, but as soon as she set her bag down, Yvan pushed her against the wall.

"Yvan, you... mmmph."

His mouth came down on hers, kissing her forcefully as his hand slipped under her shirt.

"Yvan, you... stop!" Winifred struggled, turning her head to the side.

After she repeated herself several times, Yvan finally stopped.

He rested his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily.

"Yvan, let me go," Winifred said, exasperated.

Instead of letting her go, he ran his hand up and down her back. "You didn't text me back," he said quietly.

"Huh?" Winifred was confused for a moment.

"You didn't text me back," Yvan repeated, cupping her face, his tone wounded. "I asked if you were coming home for dinner, and you never answered."

It was only then that Winifred remembered. Yvan had sent her a message, but she had been so distracted by her father's call that she'd completely forgotten to reply.

"...Alright."

Just as Winifred was about to turn and walk out, she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Yvan had swept her up into his arms.

"Yvan! What are you doing?" Winifred exclaimed.

"I'm carrying you over," Yvan said, walking out the door with her in his arms.

"Yvan, put me down! I can walk myself," Winifred said, embarrassed.

But Yvan ignored her protests, carrying her into his apartment and setting her down on a chair at the dining table.

Winifred saw the table was laden with four or five dishes.

"Why did you make so much? There's no way the two of us can eat all this," Winifred said without thinking.

"It's fine. We'll just throw out the leftovers." Yvan handed her utensils. "Go on, try it. I tasted everything this time. It won't be as bad as last time."

He wanted to show her he was improving, that he had changed.