How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 151

It was the holidays, so Yvan didn't want to shut Violet down. "Let's talk about it later," he said.

Violet, however, thought he had agreed and beamed. "Great! I'll set it up for you after the holidays."

After their holiday dinner, Yvan chatted with relatives for a while before making an excuse about meeting a friend and heading out. In reality, he went back to Pinehill Residences.

He didn't know Winifred had to work over the holiday; he assumed she was celebrating with her mother, so he didn't try to find her.

Yvan lay in bed, his mind consumed with thoughts of Winifred.

What was she doing right now? Was she with her family, watching the specials and chatting? Or was she with Owen…?

The thought of Owen made his blood boil.

Ever since they had parted on bad terms, Yvan hadn't contacted Winifred, and she hadn't reached out to him either.

It was just as he'd feared: if he didn't contact her, she wouldn't bother with him at all.

Yvan pulled out his phone, his finger hovering over Winifred's number. After a long hesitation, he finally hit dial.

If she wouldn't talk to him, he would just have to be the one to reach out. The worst that could happen was another yelling match, but even that was worth it just to hear her voice.

At that moment, Winifred was treating a patient. It was truly bad luck for the man—a dental abscess that had flared up over the holiday, making his cheek swell up enormously.

Her phone was in the on-call room while she worked, so she missed the call.

By the time she finished with the patient half an hour later, she picked up her phone to find dozens of missed calls from Yvan, placed almost every five minutes.

Winifred stared at the long list of notifications. Karen's words echoed in her mind, and a wave of frustration washed over her. She blocked his number and, for good measure, blocked him on WhatsApp too.

She was determined to cut him out of her life.

Yvan grew more and more agitated as Winifred ignored his calls. He kept trying every few minutes until a notification popped up saying the call could not be completed.

A bad feeling crept into his gut. He opened WhatsApp and typed a single symbol, but the message wouldn't send. A prompt informed him he was no longer on her contact list.

She had blocked him.

Fine, Winifred! Just fine!

She paused for a second before continuing forward, her gaze fixed straight ahead.

Yvan stepped in front of her. He had tried looking for her several times over the holiday, checking her mom's place, Havenbrook, and the hospital. But every time, he'd just missed her. She was either working a night shift or was out with Karen on her day off. They seemed to be perpetually out of sync.

Yvan, however, suspected she was deliberately avoiding him, and his frustration had been simmering for days.

"Why did you block me?" he asked, his face stern.

Winifred glanced at him. "Why can't I block you?"

Yvan's brow furrowed. "Winifred, don't answer my question with another question. I'm asking you something."

"I'll block whoever I want to block," Winifred said flatly. "That's the answer."

Yvan stood silently for a moment, his hands in his pockets.

"Unblock me," he said, reining in his anger.

"I don't want to. It's my choice, and you have no right to interfere."