How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 47

Yvan crossed his legs, lazily pulling out his phone and opening a game. "I'm not busy. I'm free as a bird. I'll just wait here for a bit. I'd like to meet your husband, actually."

Winifred's head snapped up. "Why would you want to meet my husband?"

Yvan glanced at her. "He's an old classmate's husband. Can't I meet him?"

Winifred unconsciously dug her nails into her palms, a nervous habit of hers.

Yvan noticed.

She was so afraid of him meeting her husband. She must be terrified he'd expose the lie about their happy marriage.

Winifred finally spoke. "...He won't be here for a while. And besides, he's not in your social circle. There's no reason for you to meet."

If Nancy showed up, her cover would be blown. Yvan absolutely could not be here. And Delia could wake up at any moment and give everything away.

The more she resisted, the more Yvan wanted to expose her.

"That's fine, I have plenty of time." Yvan put his phone away and watched her, amused. "What circle is your husband in, then?"

Winifred didn't answer, just glared at him. She had a feeling he was doing this on purpose.

Yvan met her gaze, a corner of his mouth turning up in a mischievous smirk.

"The same circle as me," Winifred said defiantly. "You don't need to know him."

She meant that he, like her, was just an ordinary person, worlds away from the likes of the Brown family.

"Your circle is a good one. Doctors are always good people to know," Yvan said with a raised eyebrow. "Everyone gets sick, rich or poor."

Winifred stopped talking to him. She stepped away from the IV area and called Nancy.

There was no answer. She must still be busy.

Winifred then called someone else in the department and learned that Nancy had been called into an emergency surgery for a patient with a maxillofacial injury and wouldn't be out for a while.

The only time she had was during the summer after their sophomore year of college.

Yvan had taken her to the beach with Todd, Simon, and a few others.

That was the day she'd overheard them making fun of her. In their eyes, she was beneath them.

So now, seeing Todd, she had no intention of getting up to say hello. She just lowered her head and went back to her phone, pretending she didn't know him.

Yvan looked at Todd and answered his question with one of his own. "What are you doing here?"

"My girlfriend's sick," Todd said, jutting his chin in the direction of a young woman sitting with an IV in her arm.

Yvan was unfazed. Todd changed girlfriends so often that he didn't bother trying to keep up.

"Anyway, what about you?" Todd sat down next to him and only then noticed the child in the hospital bed and the woman sitting nearby.