How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 238

"You mean you want to make sure Timothy fails his security clearance?"

"Exactly," Yvan nodded. "You have to file the lawsuit. Even if they pay you, there's no guarantee he'll pass the check. If Timothy loses this opportunity because of them, that will be the greatest revenge."

"I don't know Timothy," Winifred said with a frown. "I don't know what kind of person he is. My grandmother's death had nothing to do with him. If he's not a bad person, is it right to make him suffer the consequences…?"

"Winifred, you're too kind." Yvan subconsciously stroked the small mole on the back of her hand. "Don't feel sorry for Timothy. He's not innocent. Didn't he benefit from the money from that apartment? Since he used it, he should bear the backlash. It's his bad luck to have a crooked father like Darren. With a father like that, who's to say he wouldn't end up exploiting his position? So don't feel guilty."

Yvan's words were like a sudden revelation, and a weight lifted from Winifred's shoulders.

She hugged Yvan. "Yvan, thank you."

"Still calling me Yvan?" Yvan feigned displeasure. "You should be calling me 'hubby'."

"In your dreams," Winifred shot back with a glare. "It hasn't even been that long, and you already want me to call you hubby."

"Okay, wifey is right. You can keep me on probation for a while longer before you call me hubby," Yvan said, lifting her hand for a kiss.

Winifred playfully punched him. "You're getting more and more ridiculous."

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They didn't leave the apartment all day.

After lunch, they chatted for a bit, then took a nap, and when they woke up, they made love again.

It was as if Yvan was trying to fill the void of the past seven lonely years.

He didn't know how else to express the overwhelming love he felt, so he channeled it into a primal passion, showing her how much he adored her.

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The next morning, Winifred woke up aching all over. It felt like her hips and legs didn't even belong to her.

"Yvan, this is all your fault!" she grumbled, punching him a few times.

…

Since Winifred's legs were sore, Yvan had to drive her to the hospital.

When they got to the hospital entrance, Yvan insisted on pulling her into a passionate kiss, only letting her go reluctantly when she said she was going to be late.

"I'll pick you up for lunch," Yvan said, his fingers tracing her neck as he gave her a meaningful look. "I'll cook for you."

Winifred usually didn't go home for lunch, preferring to rest in her office. But now that someone was waiting for her, she knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Okay, I'm getting out." Worried he'd keep her longer, Winifred quickly opened the car door and headed into the hospital.

Yvan watched her walk away, a sudden feeling of loss washing over him.

He didn't want to let her go. He wished he could keep her with him all the time.