How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 1

Winifred Spencer never expected to see Yvan Brown again.

It had started as a perfectly ordinary day. She’d just finished with a patient right as her shift was ending.

Usually, for one reason or another, she’d be held up for ten minutes or so, but today was a rare chance to leave on time. Winifred and her assistant, Stella, were in high spirits, already preparing to take off their scrubs, wash their hands, and head out.

Just then, the young nurse from the reception desk hurried in.

“Dr. Spencer, there’s another patient. Are you still taking anyone?”

Stella glanced at the clock, surprised. “Another patient? We’re already closed.”

The nurse looked a bit embarrassed. “That’s what I told him, that he should come back tomorrow. But he said his tooth is killing him and asked if we could please make an exception.”

Winifred pulled her half-removed scrub top back on. “Let him in. I’ll see what’s going on.”

“Okay, you’re the best, Dr. Spencer! I’ll get him.” The young nurse beamed and ran out.

Stella watched her go, puzzled. “What’s she so happy about? Since when is she so dedicated to the patients?”

When the patient walked in, it all made sense to Stella.

He was gorgeous, which explained the special treatment.

The handsome man was frowning, one hand pressed to his cheek where a slight swelling was visible, but it did little to diminish his striking looks.

“Have a seat,” Stella said, taking the registration form from his hand. “What’s your name?”

“Yvan Brown.”

The cool, clear voice sent a jolt through Winifred, who was facing away from them putting on a fresh pair of gloves. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively turned around.

Yvan!

Even after seven years, she recognized him in an instant.

Winifred’s mind went blank, her body frozen in place.

Just then, the man’s gaze drifted toward her. Winifred whipped her head back around, quickly pulling on a surgical mask and then a cap.

In the reflection of a nearby instrument tray, Winifred saw that his gaze had already moved on. Good. He hadn’t recognized her.

“Open your mouth.”

Winifred deliberately lowered her voice, though her hand trembled slightly.

Yvan opened his mouth wide.

After a quick look, Winifred tossed the swab. “It’s an inflamed wisdom tooth.”

Yvan cupped his jaw. “What’s the treatment? I’ve tried some antibiotics, but they don’t seem to be working.”

“Has it ever been inflamed before?” Winifred asked.

She already knew the answer. He’d had a toothache once in college—the same wisdom tooth, on the same side.

He had been in agony that day, begging her to go with him to the campus clinic. The dentist said it needed to be pulled, but he refused, settling for some medication instead.

Seeing how miserable he was, she had told him, “When I become a dentist, I’ll pull it for you. I promise it won’t hurt.”

Yvan had smirked. “By the time you graduate, pigs will fly.”