Winifred stared at him, too stunned to speak.
"Why? Yvan… don't tell me you still have feelings for me."
"Why not? You were the one who broke up with me," Yvan said, his eyes fixed on hers.
Her lips were slightly parted in shock, looking full and red.
A sudden rush of heat went to Yvan's head. He wrapped one arm around her waist, used the other to cup the back of her head, and kissed her.
It was the same familiar scent, the same gentle touch. For a moment, Yvan felt like he was back in college, kissing Winifred for the first time.
Back then, she had been so inexperienced and shy, he was always the one to initiate their kisses.
Yvan loved seeing her completely overwhelmed by him.
He pressed his hand firmly against the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
The moment Yvan's lips touched hers, Winifred's body went rigid.
That long-forgotten but deeply ingrained feeling surfaced once again.
He always had this power to make her lose herself, to abandon all reason.
Winifred hated her body's reaction. She knew exactly what she needed to do.
She closed her eyes for a second, and when she opened them again, they were clear and resolute.
She shoved Yvan away with all her might and slapped him across the face.
Smack!
The sharp sound echoed in the quiet night.
"Yvan, I have a husband and a child," Winifred reminded him coolly.
Yvan's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow.
The illustrious Mr. Brown—when had anyone dared to slap him? And a woman, no less!
Yvan expected to be furious, but when he looked up at Winifred, the anger that was about to flare up simply vanished.
He touched his cheek. "So what if you do? Like I said, you can divorce him. I'll treat your child as my own."
Winifred was stunned once more.
She thought her slap would send him into a rage, but instead, he remained unnervingly calm, utterly shameless.


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