How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 197

Winifred had no choice but to help lift his shirt and undo the gauze.

The nurse applied iodine to Yvan’s wound, then handed her a tube of ointment. “Use a cotton swab to apply this burn cream for him. I’ll be back in a bit to bandage it.”

With that, the nurse pushed the cart and left.

Winifred held the ointment. “I’ll go get Fitch to apply this for you.”

“Okay,” Yvan said, clenching his fists.

Winifred went out but couldn't find Fitch, so she had to call him.

“Fitch, where did you go? Yvan needs his ointment applied.”

“Ah? Something came up at the office, I had to go in. I can’t get away right now,” Fitch said, sounding distressed.

“Didn’t you guys hire a caregiver?” Winifred frowned.

“No, Mr. Brown has his quirks. He doesn’t want strangers taking care of him,” Fitch said miserably. “I’ve been running back and forth between the office and the hospital these past few days. I’m exhausted.”

Winifred knew Yvan had this strange habit of not wanting strangers to touch him.

“Then what should we do? He needs the ointment now.”

“How about… Ms. Spencer, could you help him apply it for now?” Fitch asked tentatively. “Just this once. Please, Ms. Spencer, I really can’t get away.”

Winifred eventually returned to the hospital room.

She tossed the ointment in front of him and said irritably, “Fitch is gone. Apply it yourself.”

Yvan picked up the tube, dabbed some cream onto a cotton swab, and tremblingly tried to reach his back, but finally gave up.

“I can’t do it myself. Winifred, could you help me?”

Winifred glared at him. “If you can’t do it, why didn’t you hire a caregiver?”

“I don’t like being touched by strangers,” Yvan mumbled.

Only then did Winifred pick up the tube again. “I think you’re just spoiled. Doctors and nurses are strangers too, but I don’t see you resisting when they disinfect you.”

Yvan softly defended himself, “Doctors and nurses are different.”

“How are they different? Such strange habits!”

Winifred’s brow was furrowed, and though her words were sharp, her hands moved with incredible gentleness.

At that moment, Yvan couldn't quite describe the feeling in his heart. It was sweet, but he feared it was a sweetness he was only imagining.

Perhaps Winifred just couldn't bear to see him like this with no one to care for him. She had always been kind-hearted; she would even feed a stray kitten on the street. Seeing a person like him, lying here helpless, she naturally wouldn't remain indifferent.

Once she finished applying the ointment and found a caregiver for him, she would probably turn and leave, cutting off contact with him once more.

He wanted her to stay, but he didn't want to make things difficult for her.

Like this time with the infected wound. Although he had deliberately soaked it, it wasn't a ploy to make Winifred feel sorry for him.