How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 101

In the hospital room, as soon as the nurse left, Yvan picked up the spoon again. "Come on, let's finish the soup."

Winifred’s face hardened. "Yvan, if you keep this up, I'm taking back what I agreed to last night."

Yvan paused, then set the spoon down. "Fine. You can eat by yourself."

"You should go back," Winifred said, glaring at him. "I'm not so helpless that I need someone watching over me constantly."

Yvan pressed his lips together. "Don't be angry. I'll go."

He stood up, grabbed his coat, and looked at her. "Call me if you need anything."

Winifred didn't look at him.

Yvan had no choice but to turn and leave.

The moment he turned, Winifred’s eyes followed his back. As he was closing the door, she quickly lowered her gaze again.

Only after the door clicked shut did Winifred look up, her eyes staring blankly into the hallway.

Was she wrong last night? Should she not have agreed to be just friends with him?

Winifred could feel it—the closer Yvan got, the more her heart was thrown into turmoil.

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Yvan got back to his car and tapped a cigarette out of the pack, placing it between his lips.

With a click, a blue flame flickered from the lighter.

Yvan brought the cigarette to the flame, lit it, took a drag, and slowly exhaled a plume of smoke.

He stared fixedly at the hospital building where Winifred was staying.

Right now, while his relationship with Winifred hadn't progressed, it was certainly better than before.

If they couldn't be a couple, he would start as friends and take it one step at a time.

If Winifred never agreed to be with him, he would stay by her side forever. Just being able to see her was better than being a stranger.

Yvan startled himself when that thought crossed his mind.

"It's a minor injury," Yvan said. "I don't have time to explain right now, I need to get to the hospital, or Winifred will be hungry."

"Then I'll go with you to see her," Monica said eagerly. "She's hurt. How can I, her future mother-in-law, just ignore it?"

Yvan was exasperated. "What future mother-in-law? Nothing is set in stone between us. You going will just put a lot of pressure on her."

"Why can't I go? Winifred is my doctor and Murphy's friend," Monica pouted. "It's perfectly normal for me to visit her as a friend."

"No, you can't go," Yvan insisted. "I'm leaving. Just stay out of it."

He hurried off with the food container, leaving Monica muttering in discontent. "Why can't I go? She’s in the hospital. If I don't show any concern, wouldn't that be cold-hearted of me? Hmph, you won't let me go? Yetta and I will go in secret."

Yvan, unaware of his mother's plans, rushed to the hospital. When he pushed open the door to the room, he saw Winifred sitting on the bed, just about to open a disposable takeout container.

Yvan strode over, snatched the container away, and placed the one he'd brought in its place.

Winifred looked at him, speechless. "Yvan!"

Yvan calmly opened his container. "Takeout isn't nutritious. My housekeeper made this, and I just happened to bring an extra portion. If you still consider me a friend, don't refuse again."