How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 193

Thanks to the immediate application of cold water, Yvan’s burns weren't as severe as they could have been. With regular application of ointment, he would recover in time.

However, because the burn covered a large area, he still needed to be hospitalized for a few days for observation.

After the doctor finished treating Yvan and gave some instructions, he left the room.

The police also came by, took a statement, and left, saying they would be in touch if anything developed.

Now, Yvan was lying face down on the hospital bed. Winifred, Fitch, and Molly were all there.

Fitch, ever perceptive, quickly found an excuse. “I’ll go back and get the things Mr. Brown needs for his hospital stay. I’ll be on my way.”

As he left, he subtly tugged on Molly’s sleeve. Molly immediately caught on. “I have something to do too, so I’ll be going. Winifred, call me if you need anything.”

After they left, Winifred sat down and looked at Yvan.

Perhaps it was because he was injured and wearing a hospital gown, but he looked thinner, his face pale.

She quietly clenched her fists and asked in a calm voice, “Tell me, what were you doing there?”

Yvan’s hands gripped the blanket. He wavered between lying and telling the truth, but ultimately chose to lie.

He was afraid that if he told the truth, Winifred would leave immediately.

“…I just happened to be having a late-night meal there too.”

“Happened to be?” A sarcastic smile touched Winifred’s lips. “Then what’s the deal with Fitch and Molly?”

“Fitch is my assistant, but who’s Molly? I don’t know her.”

Winifred sneered. “You don’t know her? Then how does Molly know Fitch?”

Back at the diner, she had clearly heard Molly call Fitch by his name. She had been too busy dealing with Yvan’s burns at the time to ask about it.

Yvan lowered his gaze. “I’m not sure. Maybe Fitch knows Molly? I don’t interfere in his private life.”

“So it’s just a coincidence that my friend happens to know your assistant. And we just happened to run into you two while we were having dinner.” Winifred nodded. “And your assistant also happens to live next door to me.”

But now…

Yvan gave a bitter smile. She wouldn’t shed another tear for him.

Winifred returned to her apartment building. As she stepped out of the elevator and walked down the hallway, she paused, instinctively glancing at the apartment next door.

She didn't believe a word Yvan had said. She didn't believe in such coincidences.

Could it be Yvan living here?

Winifred remembered how, eight out of ten times she knocked on the neighbor's door, no one would answer, even though the lights were on. Then, half an hour later, Fitch would knock on her door.

She also thought about the telescope by the window and the persistent, unshakable feeling of being watched.

Could it be that it wasn't Fitch living next door at all, but Yvan?

Had he been secretly watching her, following her, all this time?