How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 202

It was already past seven, and Winifred still wasn't back.

Normally, she was home by six.

Yvan couldn't cook because his injuries hadn't fully healed, so Fitch had brought back dinner from a high-end restaurant. It looked, smelled, and tasted incredible—far better than anything Yvan could make himself.

But he had no appetite.

He kept wondering what Winifred was doing and why she wasn't home yet.

"Fitch, why do you think she's still not back?"

Fitch was in the middle of enjoying his meal. "Who? You mean Ms. Spencer? Maybe she's out with friends?"

"But besides Steven, she rarely came home this late."

And it was impossible she was with Steven now. So who else could she be out with?

"Come on, Mr. Brown, don't overthink it. It's not that late. Ms. Spencer might have something going on. She has friends other than Steven, you know."

Fitch thought the food in front of him was absolutely divine. Living with his boss was a bit awkward, but the upside was eating the same high-quality meals. He rarely got the chance to eat black truffle like this.

He ate with gusto, not forgetting to thoughtfully serve Yvan some as well. "Mr. Brown, you should eat. It won't be as good once it gets cold."

Yvan's face suddenly darkened, and he slammed his utensils down with a clatter. "That's all you know!"

Fitch's heart skipped a beat. He immediately put down his fork. "Mr. Brown, you have a point. Your concern is valid. Should I call Molly and ask?"

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Fitch quickly took out his phone and dialed.

"Hello, Molly, it's Fitch. Have you eaten yet?"

Fitch had no choice but to take a more roundabout approach. "Molly, Mr. Brown is truly, deeply in love with Ms. Spencer. You saw how he risked his life to save her. How can you bear to see such a devoted man in so much pain? He's not trying to do anything right now; he's just worried something might happen to Ms. Spencer at night."

Molly blurted out, "You don't have to worry about that. Winifred's fine, she's just on a blind date—"

She clamped a hand over her mouth.

"She's on a blind date? With who?" Fitch pressed.

Molly wished she could sew her mouth shut. "No, not a blind date! I have to go, bye!" she said frantically.

She hung up immediately.

Fitch looked at Yvan. "Mr. Brown, it seems Ms. Spencer went on a blind date."

Yvan had already heard everything, and his fists clenched tightly.