How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 242

“At your mom’s birthday party, you talked to her, let her take your arm, and even handed her a piece of cake.” Winifred grew more incensed as she spoke. “If you hadn’t sent signals that gave her hope, do you think she would have followed you all the way to Riverside City?”

Yvan panicked and quickly explained, “I was only doing that to get your attention. I wasn’t actually trying to flirt with her, I just wanted you to look at me.”

“I don’t care what your reasons were, it’s your fault!” Winifred turned away from him. “You deal with Teresa since you're the one who attracted her. If she bothers me again, I'll just take her offer. I’ll take the five million, live the high life, and find myself a younger man.”

Yvan quickly wrapped his arms around her, coaxing, “Okay, it’s my fault. I’ll handle Teresa. I promise she won’t bother you again. If you want five million, I’ll give it to you. You can live the high life, but please, no younger men.”

Winifred retorted casually, “Then you’d better be better than some younger guy, and I won’t have to look for one.”

Yvan’s eyes darkened. He stroked her head but said nothing.

The car started and headed toward Summit View.

Winifred didn’t think much of it, assuming Yvan was still feeling guilty.

The morning had been hectic, so she took the opportunity to close her eyes and rest.

A short while later, they arrived at the apartment complex.

Winifred got out of the car, her hand on her lower back, and asked, “Did you make lunch? I’m starving.”

“It’s ready. We can eat as soon as we get inside,” Yvan said, naturally supporting her.

The two entered the elevator.

Yvan’s hand began to gently rub her lower back. “Is your back still sore?”

“I think it’s a little better,” Winifred said, quickly swatting his hand away. “There’s a camera, don't get handsy.”

Yvan glanced at the camera in the corner and reluctantly lowered his hand.

After they exited the elevator, Winifred took out her key to open the door. Yvan suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind and started getting frisky.

“Don’t mess around,” Winifred struggled slightly and pushed the door open.

Yvan followed her inside, refusing to let go, and began kissing her neck.

“Hey, don’t kiss me,” Winifred said, turning her head away. “Oh, right, one more thing. You must have seen the hickey on my neck this morning. Why didn’t you tell me? My colleagues were giving me looks.”

Yvan just smiled dotingly and stroked her head without another word.

Winifred loved it when Yvan stroked her head. Every time he did, a tingling sensation would travel from the crown of her head through her entire body.

She suddenly put down her utensils, wrapped her arms around his waist, and nestled against his chest.

“What is it?” Yvan asked, stroking her.

“Nothing, I just wanted to hug you.”

Yvan’s eyes darkened again. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Finish your food.”

“Okay.” Winifred hugged him for a moment longer before letting go and continuing to eat.

After lunch, Yvan took the dishes to the kitchen.

When he finished and came out, he found Winifred already lying on her side on the bed, asleep.

Yvan lay down behind her, wrapped his arm around her, and started kissing her.