How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 142

"Ms. Spencer, who is he?" Ronald asked, taken aback.

"Hello, I'm her boyfriend, Owen," Owen said, extending a hand. "Are you a colleague of Wini's?"

Ronald's face soured as he looked at Winifred angrily. "Ms. Spencer, why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend? Are you trying to play me?"

Winifred was at a loss for words.

Ronald snatched the bouquet back from her and stalked off, muttering under his breath.

Winifred pulled her arm away from Owen, glaring at him. "Mr. Turner, what was that all about?"

"I was helping you," Owen said with a roguish smile. "You didn't like him, did you? Wasn't it a good thing I helped you turn him down?"

"Is that how you turn people down?" Winifred frowned.

"What's wrong with my way? It's efficient and permanent. Look how well it worked." Owen gestured to the man's retreating back. "He won't be bothering you again."

Winifred sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Fine. Then thank you."

Owen smiled and offered her the flowers he was holding. "These are for you."

Winifred stared at the champagne roses. "And what is this supposed to mean?"

"I'm giving you flowers. Don't you like them?" Owen asked with an innocent grin.

"Don't play dumb, Mr. Turner," Winifred said, her brow furrowed. "You know perfectly well what roses symbolize."

"Champagne roses symbolize love at first sight," Owen said, his eyes twinkling. "You're single, aren't you, Ms. Spencer? If you're single, then I have the right to pursue you."

"And I have the right to refuse you," Winifred countered. "I'm sorry, but I'm not looking to date right now. You should take these back, Mr. Turner."

"Is it that you're not looking to date, or that you're not interested in me?"

"Don't look at me like that, as if I'm about to ask you for some huge favor," Owen said, amused. "Just buy me a cup of coffee. That's fair, right?"

It wasn't an unreasonable request, so Winifred agreed readily. "Of course. There's a cafe just up the street. Let's go."

"Wait, let me get my ride."

As he spoke, Owen handed her the flowers. "Can you hold these for me?"

Winifred took a step back, looking at him warily.

Owen found her caution amusing. "Relax, I'm just asking you to hold them. I ride a motorcycle, so it's hard to carry them. I'm not the type to pester someone relentlessly. Since you've rejected me, I won't bring it up again."

Dubiously, Winifred took the bouquet. Owen walked over to a motorcycle parked nearby and put on his helmet.

The bike roared to life with a throaty rumble and he pulled up beside her. Owen turned his head. "Hop on. I'll give you a ride."