How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 3

Inside the Rolls-Royce, the woman behind the wheel glanced at Yvan worriedly as she drove. “Maybe I should take you to see Dr. Young?”

“For what? I just saw a doctor. It’s just an inflamed wisdom tooth,” Yvan said impatiently.-

“I’m just worried the doctors here aren’t very good,” Yetta Brown pouted. “Why didn’t you tell me your tooth was hurting? I would have taken you straight to Dr. Young.”

Yvan shot her a look. “Zion Medical Center is a top-tier hospital. It’s just an inflamed wisdom tooth. You think they can’t handle that?”

Yetta supposed he had a point. “I heard it’s best to just get inflamed wisdom teeth pulled. Why don’t you just do it?”

“Don’t want to,” Yvan mumbled, his hand still on his jaw. “My tooth hurts, I don’t want to talk right now. Stop asking.”

“Fine, fine, I won’t ask,” Yetta said, hiding a smile.

Yvan had always been afraid of dentists and extractions, and it seemed some things never changed.

Yvan turned to look out the window.

The scenery blurred past him, but he saw none of it. His mind was consumed with an image of someone’s face.

The dentist who had just treated him had a strange familiarity about her, reminding him of her.

Where was she now? Did she become a dentist like she’d always wanted?

How was she doing? Did she have a boyfriend? Was she married?

Then again, someone like her probably had a hard time finding a boyfriend. She was decent-looking, sure, but she had no idea how to dress, her style was tacky, and her personality was so dull you couldn’t get a word out of her. Who would fall for that?

And who would have thought that a person like that would be the one to break up with him!

Yvan’s jaw tightened as he recalled the moment they broke up.

After all these years, did she regret it?

He had never reached out, and she had made no effort to contact him either, disappearing as if she had never been a part of his world.

Just then, his phone rang.

The man on the other end was silent, the phone still pressed to his ear. But his fingers had tightened on the device, his knuckles turning white.

“She’s never attended any of the reunions?” Yvan asked. His tone was steady, but his eyes had darkened.

“Winifred? No, never. We can’t even get in touch with her,” Ron said cautiously. “Ever since we graduated, none of us have seen or heard from her. It’s like she vanished into thin air.”

Yvan barely heard what the class president said after that.

He ended the call with a noncommittal response, his expression lost in thought.

“What’s wrong? Who was that?” Yetta asked, noticing his unusual demeanor.

Yvan snapped out of it. “Nothing. Just a high school reunion.”

“A high school reunion? Oh, you have to go,” Yetta said with a smile. “Maybe you’ll have a romantic encounter, find yourself a girlfriend. It’s been years since you’ve dated anyone.”

Yvan was twenty-seven. She’d heard he had a girlfriend in college, but they must have broken up when he went overseas, because he hadn’t been with anyone since.