How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 153

Winifred didn't have a bad impression of Owen so far. Aside from his devil-may-care, rich-boy attitude, he seemed decent enough.

After she rejected his confession, he hadn't pestered her. He seemed much more of a gentleman than Yvan.

But Yvan had said he'd played around with a lot of women, and Todd had called him a bad guy, even claiming a girl had tried to kill herself over him.

Then again, Yvan and Todd were close. It was possible they were just slandering Owen because he was getting close to her.

So, Winifred remained skeptical, her opinion of him a mix of good and bad.

"I probably shouldn't. I don't know your friends," she said.

"What's the big deal? You're my friend, so my friends are your friends. It's just a piece of cake. You're not going to deny me this small favor, are you?" Owen grinned. "Or are you afraid I'm a bad guy?"

He pointed to the security camera on the ceiling. "There are cameras everywhere. I wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything here."

When did I become his friend?

Winifred was a bit speechless at how overly familiar he was.

She tried another excuse. "I…"

"'I' what? Come on, why are you hesitating so much?" Owen took her arm. "It's just a slice of cake. It's not like I'm going to hurt you."

Winifred found herself being pulled into a private room.

It was a large space filled with people. The main wall was decorated with balloons and streamers, with balloons spelling out: Owen, happy birthday!

It had the vibe of a kid's birthday party.

A large, half-eaten birthday cake sat on the table.

It looked like it really was his birthday.

Someone saw Owen enter with a woman and called out, "Owen, were you out picking up a girl? You're fast! You were gone for a minute and already brought someone back."

"I know, I know. Just eat. I'll let you go as soon as you finish the cake," Owen said with a grin, handing her a glass of juice. "To cut through the sweetness."

Winifred hesitated to drink the juice, worried it might be spiked, but she figured the cake was safe.

She picked up her fork and took a bite.

"So? Is it good?" Owen asked, tilting his head to look at her.

Winifred nodded. "Yes, it's delicious."

Owen beamed. "My family's personal chef made it. There's a smaller, unopened cake over there. You can take it to your friends later so they can share in the celebration."

"No, that's not necessary," Winifred instinctively refused.

Owen feigned displeasure. "Dr. Spencer, that's not very friendly. I treat you like a friend, but you're treating me like a criminal. Tell me honestly, are you still thinking I'm going to do something to you? Like poison the cake or spike the drink?"