How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 23

The interruption had soured his mood, and Yvan no longer felt like playing his game.

He put his phone away and glanced boredly at the screen on the wall, where his eyes landed on a single name: Winifred.

So the dentist who had treated him was named Winifred Spencer.

Winifred Spencer? Winifred Collins? Could it really be such a coincidence?

Yvan shot up from his seat and walked over to Winifred's consultation room.

It was an open-plan office without a door. He stood at the entrance, staring at the woman inside, searching for any trace of the Winifred he knew.

She was dressed in scrubs, her face obscured by a surgical cap, mask, and face shield as she leaned over a patient. He couldn't make out her features at all.

Yvan felt a wave of foolishness wash over him. He was losing his mind, thinking every woman with the same name was her.

How could this Dr. Spencer possibly be his Winifred? If she was, she would have recognized him during his first visit.

But that doctor had looked at him like he was a complete stranger.

Yvan turned to leave.

"This might sting a little. Let me know if it's too much."

The sound of her voice stopped him cold. He froze in his tracks.

It sounded exactly like Winifred's.

He turned back around, his eyes fixed on her.

Same name, same profession, similar height and build, and the voice was identical. Could it be her?

Maybe she had changed her last name. People could do that.

An intense urge to rip off her mask and see her face seized him.

"Sir, can I help you?"

A voice broke through his thoughts. It was Stella, her assistant.

Winifred glanced up and saw Yvan standing there. The color drained from her face.

Why was he here again? Did he suspect something?

Finally, it was Yvan's turn.

Winifred had mentally prepared herself and was calm by the time he walked in.

She faced him. "What seems to be the problem?"

"It's the same wisdom tooth you looked at before," Yvan said, watching her intently. "It's still hurting. I want it pulled."

Winifred had him open his mouth for a quick look, then tossed the cotton swab and began typing on her computer.

"Please lie back in the chair," she said, moving to the dental unit to prepare her instruments.

Yvan lay down, his eyes fixed on her, as if trying to see through the mask to her true face.

Winifred kept her gaze lowered the entire time, not daring to look at him.

For an experienced dentist like her, an extraction was a simple procedure. She administered the anesthetic, then picked up the forceps.

Yvan completely forgot his fear of dental work. His entire focus was on her eyes.

It was all he could see of her; everything else was hidden.