Chapter 20

“Truth or Dare,” chuckled someone in the background, “if you can’t speak the truth or do the dare, you gotta plant a kiss on someone. Anyone up for a game?”

Kiss someone?

Yvan’s gaze snapped to Matilda. Her lips, slightly parted, were a vivid shade of temptation, and she was draped over Bennett like a siren, her alluring figure drawing the eyes of every man in the room.

A blaze of fury ignited within Yvan, uncontainable and fierce. He didn’t pause to question his reaction: his mind was overrun with wild thoughts–of taking Matilda home, of keeping her locked away, ensuring she’d never be touched by another man.

She was his possession, and anyone who dared cross that line deserved to die!

When he looked at Matilda, her smile was dazzling, capable of making the world pale in comparison.

Matilda was stunning, and Yvan had known that for five years. But back then, he had despised her, never even acknowledging her presence. He thought such a sultry woman would be nothing more than a trophy wife, fussy and pretentious, not at all like Rachel.

Yes… nothing like Rachel.

Why should this woman… why should she…

Yvan realized he couldn’t control his rage. Seeing her kiss Bennett, he wanted to throttle her–this wretched woman, how dare she let another man kiss her?

Bennett seemed oblivious to Yvan’s expression, still holding Matilda close. As she tilted her chin, revealing the graceful curve of her neck adorned with a delicate necklace, the sight was both enticing and pitiable.

She was so slender; she must feel so light in one’s arms.

did just that, pulling Matilda onto his lap. She gasped, a flush of

and murmured, “Care to come home

nonchalance, tucked her hair behind her ear and

face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Teasing? I wouldn’t dare. How about you tell me your name?”

Her name…

suddenly at a loss

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joked. “You’re not some terrifying person are

her smile and stood up shakily. I’m feeling a bit dizzy. I just head to the ladies‘ room

whistled. “Need company?”

get impatient now. We’ve got plenty of time.” Matida’s firtatious smile returned. “Just wait for me here. Mr.

onlookers teased, “Oh man, lucky Mr. Fuller tonight!

got a way with

deep breaths. The alcohol was hitting her hard, her face flushed from the

her name. what

I’m Matilda Thompson?

Ashton City, there was only one Matilda–the heiress

ago.

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