How to Train Your Ex-Billionaire novel Chapter 25

Winifred was lost in her memories when Patrick Ross, passing by her office, noticed she was still there. "Winifred, you're not leaving yet?" he called out.

Patrick was another dentist in their department. They had both been hired by Zion Medical Center around the same time and had become good friends.

Winifred glanced at the time. It was already six o'clock; Yvan had to be gone by now.

She stood up. "Leaving right now."

"Want a ride on my new baby?" Patrick asked, dangling a key in his hand. "Just got a new electric scooter."

Winifred laughed. "Sure, I was thinking of getting one myself. Let me test drive yours."

"I'll even let you drive for a bit."

Laughing and chatting, they walked out of the department. As they reached the main lobby, Winifred saw Yvan standing by the entrance. She froze, her body rigid and her mind blank.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Her hair was longer now, and she wasn't wearing those black-framed glasses. She looked different, but he would have recognized that face even if it were turned to ash.

Patrick saw Yvan too and noticed Winifred had stopped. "What's wrong? You know him?" he asked.

Winifred's lips parted, but it took her several seconds to find her voice. "No. Let's go."

She walked straight past Yvan, not even sparing him a glance.

Yvan had expected her to stop, to say something, anything. But she had said nothing, hadn't even looked at him as she walked away.

He watched her retreating figure and instinctively started to follow, just in time to see her get on the back of another man's scooter.

That man must be her husband.

A chilling cold spread through Yvan's body, his limbs turning to stone. He stood there motionless, like a statue.

The anesthetic in his jaw was starting to wear off, a dull ache beginning to throb. But it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.

His mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood, and he spat it onto the ground.

He stared at the horrifyingly bright red stain on the pavement, then numbly wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before turning and walking away like a man in a trance.

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