How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 152

"So you're really determined to cut all ties with me?" Yvan sneered.

"I've been trying to, but you're the one who keeps pestering me," Winifred said coldly.

"Is it because you have Owen now?" he mocked. "Is that why you're being so ruthless?"

Winifred's temper flared. "Yvan, what right do you have to say that? So what if I am with Owen? Don't you have a new flame of your own?"

Yvan scoffed. "You're good at turning things around. Tell me, who is this 'new flame' of mine?"

"Do you really need me to tell you?" Winifred retorted. "You and Teresa. Do I need to spell it out any clearer?"

Yvan frowned. "Teresa? When did she become my new flame? Who told you that?"

Seeing him continue to play dumb, Winifred couldn't help but laugh coldly to herself.

He was still trying to hide it from her, even now. No wonder he always dragged her away whenever they ran into Teresa. He was afraid of being discovered, wasn't he?

"It doesn't matter who told me," Winifred said, her face a mask of ice. "I'm not interested in your affairs. I'm leaving Zion soon, so stop coming to find me."

With that, she started walking up the stairs.

"Winifred, stop right there!" Yvan called out, his voice tight with anger.

Winifred ignored him and kept going.

Yvan lunged forward and grabbed her arm. Her reaction was swift and forceful—she shoved him hard.

They were on the staircase, and Yvan lost his footing, tumbling down onto the steps.

Winifred's heart leaped into her throat. She instinctively reached out to help him up but stopped herself.

She turned and ran up the stairs.

Yvan had twisted his ankle in the fall. He pushed himself up onto one foot and watched Winifred's retreating back, a profound chill seeping into his heart.

"Winifred, you want to leave Zion? Don't even think about it!" he yelled furiously after her.

So, the farewell dinner wasn't entirely somber. After a few words of comfort, Nancy and the others filled the rest of the evening with encouragement and support.

At one point, Winifred excused herself to go to the restroom. On her way back, she was surprised to run into Owen in the hallway.

He was standing there smoking. When he saw her, he froze for a second before a wide grin spread across his face. "Well, if it isn't Dr. Spencer! What a coincidence!"

Winifred nodded. "I'm having dinner with some friends here."

"Fancy that, so am I!" Owen laughed. "See? We're fated to run into each other everywhere we go."

Winifred managed a faint smile, thinking to herself that one chance encounter hardly constituted fate.

"Dr. Spencer, why don't you come join us for a bit? Have a slice of cake," Owen offered. "It's my birthday today. Since fate brought us together, you can't say no."

Winifred looked at him skeptically, not immediately agreeing.

Owen stubbed out his cigarette, a look of amused exasperation on his face. "Look at you. Do you think I'd lie about that? It really is my birthday. The cake is right in there. If you don't believe me, come take a look for yourself."