How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 174

Fitch quickly put on a smile. “Ms. Spencer, I’m so sorry to bother you. I was in the middle of cooking and realized I’m out of salt. Could I possibly borrow a little?”

“Of course, just a second,” Winifred said, turning to go back inside.

Fitch immediately peeked into the living room.

Steven was sitting on the sofa, and an open laptop was on the coffee table.

It seemed they weren't doing anything inappropriate. Fitch breathed a sigh of relief for his boss.

He took the initiative to say hello. “You must be a friend of Ms. Spencer’s?”

Steven nodded.

“I’m her neighbor. I ran out of salt while cooking, so I came to borrow some,” Fitch said with a smile. “Sorry for the interruption.”

“No problem,” Steven replied with a smile of his own.

Winifred returned with a bag of salt. “Fitch, here, you can have the whole bag.”

“Thank you, I’ll buy you a new one to replace it,” Fitch said, taking it quickly.

“Don’t be silly, Fitch, it’s just a bag of salt. You don’t have to pay me back,” Winifred said. “Why are you cooking so late?”

“Yeah, I got off work a bit late.”

Fitch gave a grateful nod. “Thank you, Ms. Spencer. I won’t disturb you any longer.”

Winifred closed the door. Steven’s eyes flickered. “Winifred, are you close with that neighbor?”

“Not at all. He just moved in a week ago,” Winifred said, shaking her head.

“Oh,” Steven nodded. “You two seemed quite familiar with each other.”

“No, we barely see each other,” Winifred laughed. “I misunderstood him about something before, but not only did he not get angry, he actually apologized to me. I think he’s a decent guy. I guess you could say we got off on the wrong foot but are fine now.”

“Wait a minute.” Yvan beckoned him to sit and pointed to a plate of braised pork on the table. “If that man still hasn’t left in a bit, take this dish over to Winifred. Tell her it’s a thank you for the salt and you wanted her to try it.”

Fitch looked at the braised pork. “Mr. Brown, did you make this?”

Yvan looked down. “Yes.”

“Mr. Brown, you’re amazing! I had no idea you could cook.” Fitch’s flattery was sincere. “This braised pork looks delicious. Ms. Spencer is going to love it.”

Yvan said nothing.

He had started braising it that afternoon. After it was done, he went to the hospital to wait for Winifred. He had planned to eat it when he got back, but then she went out to dinner with someone else, so he ate out too.

He was slowly learning to cook now. He knew that even if he mastered it, he'd likely never have the chance to cook for Winifred again. But he was trying anyway.

But maybe he could cook for her? Perhaps in a way like this.