How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 15

Hogan watched Yvan’s retreating back and turned to Monica. “See? That’s the wonderful son you raised!”

Monica was in no mood to argue. Instead, she voiced her concern. “Honey, do you think… our son being this old and never having dated… could he have some kind of problem? What if he’s gay?”

“What nonsense are you spouting?” Hogan scolded. “How could Yvan possibly be gay?”

“Why not? Don’t think it couldn't happen to us. I have a friend whose son is gay. He’s tall, handsome, well-built… they introduced him to so many girls, and he rejected them all. Later, he confessed he liked men.”

Monica’s words gave Hogan pause.

He pictured Yvan bringing a man home one day, saying, “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend.”

Hogan was taken aback for a moment. After giving it some thought, he realized he couldn’t entirely dismiss the possibility. He let out a deep sigh.

Monica glanced at him and said, “What’s with the sigh? I was just saying it offhand—nothing’s been confirmed yet.”

Hogan realized he had been impulsive. “You should probe a little,” he said to Monica. “See if he’s interested in men.”

“Patience. This needs a gentle approach,” Monica said, waving her hand. “I’ll try to sound him out over the next few days.”

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Yvan rushed into his room, closed the door, and opened his chat with Dana.

She hadn't messaged him; she had simply accepted his request.

When she first saw the friend request from Yvan, she had been more shocked than pleased.

The request message said he had something to discuss with her.

In three years of high school, she had exchanged fewer than three sentences with Yvan, and that was only after her deskmate, Winifred, became his girlfriend. Before that, they had never interacted.

After graduating, Dana had gotten a teaching job in her hometown and now lived a quiet, ordinary life, almost completely disconnected from her past in Zion.

What could Yvan possibly want from her now?

Yvan stared at the message, a sudden wave of helplessness and disappointment washing over him.

If even her deskmate didn't have Winifred's contact info, he had no idea who else to ask.

“Are you trying to find Winifred?” Dana typed. “You could try her sister. She had a younger sister in our grade.”

Yvan never knew Winifred had a sister. He had never asked about her family, and she had never volunteered the information.

“Do you have her sister’s contact information?” he quickly replied.

“No, I just know she was in Class 9, and I think her name was Karen.”

Without stopping to wonder why Winifred’s sister had a different last name, Yvan quickly thanked Dana and called Todd Young.

“Todd, do you know anyone from our old high school, Class 9?”

Todd was Yvan’s best friend and had also been a big name at Pinecrest Prep.