How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 100

Yvan pressed his lips together. “…I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful next time.”

The caregiver smiled. “Dr. Spencer, your husband is so worried about you.”

“He’s not my husband,” Winifred quickly clarified.

The caregiver laughed. “Oh, he isn’t? Your boyfriend, then?”

“Just a friend,” Winifred said, feeling embarrassed and slightly annoyed at Yvan for causing the misunderstanding.

The caregiver glanced at Yvan and immediately understood.

It seemed he hadn’t won her over yet. It was tough for men these days; even someone this handsome had to chase after a woman.

Yvan opened the food containers. “Are you hungry? I brought you some food.”

“Thank you, but you can go home now,” Winifred said. “And please don’t bring any more next time. The food from our hospital cafeteria is perfectly fine.”

“As if I’ve never eaten cafeteria food. What’s so good about it? You’re not eating that for the next few days. I’ll bring you your meals,” Yvan said as he adjusted her bed to a sitting position and set up the small bedside table.

Winifred sighed in frustration. “Yvan, the caregiver can do all this. You should go home.”

Yvan remained unfazed, continuing to arrange the utensils for her.

“Can you eat by yourself? Or should I feed you?”

Seeing this, the caregiver felt like a third wheel and quietly slipped out of the room.

With the caregiver gone, Yvan grew even bolder.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it, and held it to Winifred’s lips. “Try this. It’s fish soup. It’s good for your recovery.”

Winifred’s expression hardened, and she was about to scold him when the door was pushed open and a nurse walked in.

Yvan had no choice but to put the spoon down.

The nurse was visibly surprised to see Yvan there.

Her eyes casually swept over the four dishes and soup on the table before she smiled. “Oh, Dr. Spencer, you’re having your meal. Looks like quite a spread.”

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