After calling Cornelia, Yvan drove to Winifred’s apartment complex.
He got out, went upstairs, and stood at her door, knocking.
David had found the address for him, and naturally, he had found her phone number as well.
Winifred had just made some pasta and was about to sit down and eat when she heard the knock.
Living alone, she was always cautious. She walked to the door and asked warily, “Who is it?”
“Winifred, it’s me.”
It was Yvan. Winifred froze. How did he know where she lived?
Recalling the humiliation she’d suffered in the cafeteria that day, a flash of anger went through her.
“What are you doing here?”
Yvan replied, “Winifred, please open the door. I want to explain things about Cornelia.”
Winifred’s face was cold. “I’m not interested in what’s going on between you two. Please leave. And do me a favor, stay away from me from now on.”
Yvan sounded helpless. “Winifred, can you just open the door, please?”
He kept knocking, but Winifred pretended not to hear him and went back to the table to eat her pasta.
Hearing no response from inside, Yvan sighed, took out his phone, and typed out two messages.
“Winifred, Cornelia is not my girlfriend. We’ve only met twice. My parents are the ones trying to set us up. I never said she was my girlfriend.”
“I found out what happened today. I will make Cornelia apologize to you publicly and clear your name.”


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