How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 141

Just as Winifred was about to get off work, she got a call from Queena.

"Winifred, there's someone I want you to meet. I've already given him your number."

"Who is it?" Winifred had a bad feeling about this.

"I met him through a friend. He's a nice guy, a civil servant. You'll see when you meet him," Queena said. "I told him to go find you at the hospital, so he'll probably call you soon."

Winifred frowned. "Could you please ask for my opinion before making decisions for me?"

"Ask you? If I ask you, you'll just say no. What's the point?" Queena retorted. "It's settled. I'm hanging up."

Winifred felt a wave of helplessness. She glanced at the time—five minutes until her shift ended. There were no patients left anyway, so she quickly took off her mask and work coat. "Stella," she said, "I'm going to slip out a bit early. If anyone asks for me, just say I had an emergency."

"Sure, no problem," Stella said with a wave. "Go on."

Winifred grabbed her bag and had just stepped out the door when she saw a man holding an enormous bouquet of vibrant, fresh roses.

She didn't think much of it and hurried past him, but was surprised when the man called out to her.

"Excuse me, are you Dr. Spencer?"

Winifred looked at him, puzzled, thinking, it couldn't be him, could it? Who brings a giant bouquet of roses to a first blind date?

The man pulled a photo out of his pocket, glanced at it, and beamed. "Yes, it's you."

He offered the roses to Winifred. "Hello, Ms. Spencer. I'm the gentleman your mother introduced you to. My name is Ronald Hill. I assume she told you about me?"

This was definitely cringeworthy.

Winifred took a small step back, forcing an awkward smile. "Hello, Mr. Hill."

Seeing her retreat, Ronald simply thrust the flowers into her arms. "Don't be shy, these are for you. I'll have you know, they were incredibly expensive. Cost me over a hundred dollars."

Accepting the bouquet felt like catching a hot potato. "Mr. Hill, you really shouldn't have. This is our first meeting. Why buy such expensive flowers? What if we don't hit it off..."

"It's not that I don't like you, we're just not a good match." Winifred picked up her pace.

Not giving up, Ronald pushed the bouquet back into her arms. "Ms. Spencer, please take them. Let's just try dating for a bit. How will you know if we're a good match if you don't even try?"

Winifred stopped, exasperated. "Mr. Hill…"

"Wini, are you off work?"

A familiar voice cut in. Winifred looked over and saw Owen.

Of all people, he was also holding a bouquet of flowers, a playful grin on his face. "Wini, who is this gentleman?"

Winifred shivered. "What are you doing?"

Owen linked his arm with hers, giving it a subtle squeeze and shooting her a meaningful look. "I came to pick you up from work, of course."