How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 219

With the situation with her father weighing on her mind, Winifred didn't have much of an appetite.

Faced with a table full of food and Yvan's expectant gaze, she still picked up her fork and took a bite.

It actually tasted pretty good. But with no appetite, it might as well have been cardboard.

"Is it good?" Yvan asked, nervously watching her expression.

"It's good," she nodded.

"Then eat more." Yvan's expression visibly relaxed. He served her some of the other dishes. "Try this."

"I can get it myself," Winifred said.

"Okay, help yourself to whatever you want," Yvan said quickly.

Winifred only managed to eat half a bowl of rice before she felt full. She put down her utensils. "I'm done."

Yvan's eyes filled with disappointment. "Was it not to your liking?"

"No, it was very good. I just don't have much of an appetite today," Winifred said, getting up. "Thank you. I'm going back now."

Yvan remained seated, motionless. Winifred sensed something was wrong but turned to leave anyway.

"Winifred!" Yvan suddenly called out to her.

Winifred turned back. "Is there something else?"

Yvan walked up to her and looked at her intently. "Winifred, there's something I've been holding in all day, and I have to ask you. Have you... accepted me?"

Winifred's expression froze for a few seconds. "Yvan, I don't want to talk about this right now."

She was still worried about her father and wasn't in the mood to consider anything else. Besides, she was still confused about their relationship and didn't know what to do.

But Yvan persisted. "I just want a clear answer. I need to know if you sleeping with me last night meant you were willing to give me a chance."

Winifred was vexed. She already felt she'd been too hasty last night, and now he was pressing her for answers.

"I said I don't want to talk about it. Stop asking," she said, frowning as she turned to leave.

Yvan grabbed her arm, pleading, "Winifred, please..."

Her hot-and-cold behavior was making his heart pound with anxiety.

If that was the case, what would she do?

Winifred tossed and turned, not falling asleep until one or two in the morning.

Meanwhile, in the apartment next door, Yvan was also wide awake.

Once a person gets a taste of something, they always want more.

Before, he hadn't dared to hope that he and Winifred could ever get back together. Just being near her, stealing a glance at her from time to time, was enough.

But now that they had taken their relationship a step further, an even greater desire had taken root.

He might have said he was willing to be her toy, but what he really wanted was for her to love him back.

He didn't just want her body; he wanted her heart.

...

When her four o'clock alarm rang, Winifred forced her tired body out of bed, got ready, and left with her suitcase.