How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 2

Unfortunately, they had broken up long before she graduated.

“...A few times.”

Winifred typed at the computer. “I’ll prescribe you something different to try. But the position of this wisdom tooth is problematic; it’s prone to inflammation. Medication is just a temporary fix. The best solution is to have it extracted.”

Yvan’s gaze shot up to Winifred as he listened to her voice.

The cap and mask hid most of her face, but there was something familiar about her eyes.

“What’s your last name?” Yvan asked suddenly.

Winifred’s fingers paused over the keyboard for a fraction of a second. She kept her voice low. “My name is Spencer. Why?”

She had changed her surname after college, taking her mother’s.

Yvan’s expression fell slightly with disappointment.

“Nothing. Go ahead and write the prescription, Dr. Spencer. I’m not getting it pulled for now.”

He was still terrified of dental surgery.

“Alright. Avoid spicy and irritating foods for the next few days, and rinse with salt water after meals. Keep an eye on it. If the inflammation returns, I strongly recommend you have it extracted,” Winifred said, printing out the instructions without looking at him again.

Yvan took the paper, murmured a “thank you,” and left.

Only then did Winifred dare to lift her head, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure.

“Dr. Spencer, you think he’s handsome too, don’t you?” Stella whispered with a grin, noticing her staring after him.

“Huh?” Winifred snapped back to reality, a faint blush on her cheeks. “Yes, he’s quite handsome.”

“Want to run after him and get his number?” Stella teased.

“I’m not that desperate,” Winifred said, standing to peel off her gloves and wash her hands at the sink.

“True. You’re our famous ice queen, after all,” Stella giggled. “You never bat an eye, no matter how handsome the guy.”

Later, in college, she had started growing her hair out at his request, but they broke up before it got very long.

The sound of a car horn from below drew her attention. She glanced out the window just in time to see Yvan walking up to a Rolls-Royce.

A beautiful, impeccably dressed woman got out of the driver's seat.

She said something to Yvan, then gently moved his hand from his cheek, her expression full of concern.

They both got into the car, and it drove away.

Winifred watched, frozen.

That must be his girlfriend.

A woman like that was the kind of person who belonged with Yvan.

Her face impassive, Winifred picked up her bag and walked out.