How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 173

The car soon arrived at Summit View. Winifred unbuckled her seatbelt. “Well, I’m heading up. Thanks for everything.”

Steven glanced at his watch. “It’s still early. How about I come up now and take a look at your application materials?”

It was only eight o’clock, which was indeed early.

Although they had been classmates, they weren't particularly close.

A thought suddenly crossed Winifred’s mind. Steven seemed to be unusually kind to her.

Before, she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming he had a girlfriend. But he had just told her they’d broken up.

Could he be interested in her?

Winifred clenched her hand slightly. “Okay, thank you.”

She wanted to try moving on and starting a new relationship.

Even though she didn’t have any romantic feelings for Steven, she knew he was an excellent catch: a young associate professor, handsome, and very kind to her. She felt she should be interested in someone like him.

“Don’t be so formal. We’re friends.”

With that, Steven got out of the car and walked into the complex with Winifred.

Yvan followed at a distance, his heart sinking as he watched them get into the elevator together.

He told himself the man was probably just walking her to her door and would leave right after.

Yvan took another elevator. When he reached her floor, he looked towards her apartment. The door was closed; he couldn’t see a thing.

He took out his phone and pulled up the security camera feed for her doorway.

The footage clearly showed Winifred and the man getting out of the elevator, turning the corner towards her apartment, and disappearing from view. After that, the man never reappeared.

It meant the man had gone into her apartment with her.

A woman bringing a man home this late at night… what else could it be for?

“No,” Yvan said, his face grim. “She brought a man home. Find an excuse to knock on her door and see what they’re doing.”

“What?” Fitch’s heart skipped a beat. “What… what reason should I use?”

Yvan glanced around, grabbed an apron hanging on a chair, and shoved it into Fitch’s hands. “Tell her you were cooking and ran out of salt. Ask to borrow some.”

“O-Okay.” Fitch put on the apron and went out.

Bringing a man home at night… a man and a woman alone, what else could they be doing? No wonder Mr. Brown looked like he was about to lose his mind.

But what if they were in the middle of something? Wouldn't he get an earful for interrupting?

Fitch steeled himself and knocked on Winifred’s door.

Yvan hid behind his own door, listening intently.

A moment later, Winifred opened her door. Seeing Fitch in a dress shirt and an apron, she paused, confused. “Fitch? Can I help you?”