How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 235

David quickly sent over the files on the Collins family.

Yvan opened them and read through carefully, his attention landing on one person in particular—Timothy Collins.

He was Darren and Hannah's son. He graduated from college last year and passed the civil service exam for Oakwood City. He was currently undergoing a background check.

A smirk played on Yvan's lips. He now knew exactly how to get revenge for Winifred.

The soup in the pot began to bubble. Yvan got up, lifted the lid to give it a stir, and added the prepared pork.

The soup was almost ready. He checked the time—it was already eleven o'clock. Was Winifred still not awake?

Yvan turned off the stove and walked into the bedroom to check on her.

Winifred was still sleeping soundly.

Yvan climbed gently onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her.

Looking at her peaceful, sleeping face, he was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of happiness.

Just a few days ago, this seemed impossible. She was with another man, and all he could do was endure it.

Now, not only was she his, but he could also sleep beside her and cook for her.

He felt incredibly fortunate.

The truth about her grandmother was a turning point, but more importantly, he was glad he never gave up.

He was grateful to fate for giving him another chance. From now on, he would treat Winifred better than ever. He wanted her life to be filled with nothing but sweetness, free from suffering.

Yvan's hand glided over Winifred's body, and desire stirred within him again.

Winifred was deep in sleep, dreaming that a large snake was coiled around her, flicking its tongue against her face, covering her in saliva.

She tried to struggle in terror, only to see the snake's head transform into Yvan's face.

"Yvan, what are you doing?" she snapped, and suddenly she was awake.

She woke to find Yvan was indeed on top of her.

"You're awake?" Yvan asked, looking down at her.

Winifred was speechless.

"You really think I could sleep through this?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," Yvan said, though his face showed no sign of apology.

"I'm hungry," Winifred said.

Yvan was at a critical point. "Just a minute, it'll be quick."

…

"Winifred, I love you," Yvan said, kissing her face several times.

"Is it good?" Yvan asked, affectionately stroking her head and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"It’s good," Winifred nodded repeatedly. Whether it was because she was famished or Yvan's cooking had actually improved, she found the soup incredibly tasty.

Yvan smiled, satisfied.

After they finished eating, Yvan cleared the dishes, and they cuddled on the sofa.

Just then, Queena called.

"Winifred, about your grandmother… what did you find out?"

She'd waited a whole day for Winifred to call and finally couldn't stand it any longer.

Winifred felt a degree of resentment towards Queena. Why didn't she investigate properly before pinning the blame for her grandmother's death on her?

She'd blamed herself for seven years because of it.

If she had just thought it through back then, Fiona and Darren would have faced justice, and she wouldn't have had to carry such a heavy burden and fall into depression.

Her tone was cold. "So what if I found out? Isn't it a little late for you to be asking? It's been seven or eight years. Even if they did it, the law can't punish them now."

Although Queena felt guilty for misunderstanding her daughter, Winifred's tone still made her angry.

"Winifred, what is that tone?" she asked, displeased. "Are you blaming me for misunderstanding you? Yes, I misunderstood you, but can you really blame me entirely? If you hadn't gotten yourself into that mess back then, do you think I would have been so distraught? Would I have been so quick to believe Fiona?"

Winifred clutched her phone tightly. "Yes, you're right. It was all my fault. Are you happy now?"