How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 220

She was so tired that she put on an eye mask and fell asleep as soon as she boarded the plane.

...

Yvan started knocking on Winifred's door around seven in the morning, but there was no answer. Worried she had overslept, he called her, but her phone was off.

A sense of unease crept over him. He checked the security feed and saw that Winifred had left at five o'clock with a suitcase.

Was she going on a trip? But she hadn't said a word to him last night.

Or had she decided to leave him for good? Why else would she not answer his calls?

He remembered what she had said last night.

"...If I'm in a bad mood, I might be gone the next day."

A wave of panic washed over Yvan. He called her again and again, sending a barrage of texts. But it all seemed pointless.

She didn't respond, not even with a single word.

Yvan's world turned grey.

He pulled out another cigarette and began to smoke, torturing himself.

Winifred didn't want him anyway. It didn't matter how well he behaved; she just didn't care.

...

Two hours later, the plane landed in Oakwood City.

Winifred turned on her phone and saw dozens of missed calls and several texts, all from Yvan.

"Winifred, are you leaving me?"

"Winifred, please don't leave me, okay? I'll be good. I'll improve my cooking and work on getting stronger."

"I'll do anything you say, just don't leave me."

"I'm willing to be your toy, I really am. I'll never pressure you for a commitment again."

"Winifred, I love you. I really can't live without you. Please, just answer my call, okay?"

Winifred was confused. Did Yvan really think she'd left him?

"I just had to take a sudden trip back to Oakwood City for something," Winifred said, rolling her eyes at him.

Yvan ran a hand over his forehead in relief. "Winifred, Winifred, I'm so happy..."

As he did, he accidentally revealed the cigarette between his fingers.

"Yvan! Are you smoking again?"

Winifred's angry voice cut him off. "You just got out of the hospital, and you're already smoking! You said you would take care of yourself. Is this what you call taking care of yourself? Let me tell you, Yvan, if you turn into some sickly weakling, I'll kick you to the curb and find a younger guy. I'll be done with you."

Yvan frantically stubbed out the cigarette and rushed to explain, "I'll stop. I was just upset because I thought you'd left me. I won't do it again."

"Yvan, the one thing I can't stand is people who don't value their own lives over some stupid relationship drama. So what if I leave you? Does that mean you can just destroy your own body?" Winifred fumed. "If I ever see you smoking again, I'm done with you."

"I won't. I'll quit for good. Just don't leave me," Yvan pleaded. "I mean it, I'll never smoke again."

Men and their lies!

Winifred glared at him.

Yvan looked at her with pleading eyes. "Winifred, please don't be angry."