A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 43

At that moment, Yvan was dining in an upscale sushi restaurant atop this bustling downtown mall with a woman sitting across from him, her smile gentle and inviting. As they ate, she would occasionally lift her gaze to steal a glance at him.

Yvan clicked his tongue in irritation, frowning. “I’m here to eat, not to be ogled at.”

“But Yvan, you’re quite handsome, you know.”

The woman across, Willow Simpson, blushed with a coy smile, eliciting a wave of goosebumps across Yvan’s body.

“Can you act normal for once?”

“Are you not happy?” Willow pouted, “Is hanging out with me really such a hassle? If it weren’t for my granddad asking you out, would you even bother to show up?”

Yvan paused mid bite, looking up at her, “To be perfectly honest, if your granddad hadn’t arranged this, I wouldn’t give you the time of day.”

Willow’s eyes brimmed with tears, and she spoke with a touch of grievance, “How can you be so cruel to me. I like you so much…”

With a lazy, detached demeanor, Yvan watched her, signaling for her to continue.

can’t you give me

Yvan’s mind–her high–society grace, her patience, and tenderness at home, her eyes always filled with hope, longing for his

said, “Ms. Simpson, what kind of

me, please?” Willow asked straightforwardly. “Allying with my Simpson family can only

think I need a

was released from prison, and I’m worried she’ll come after you

that would be considered

pool so deep no one could see what

he simply

good enough? How

it on my tab.” Yvan stood up, “I should be going. Don’t use your

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some esteem in my eyes; don’t

that she, a woman of her stature, was being rejected by Yvan. She had thought she could secure him with this

fork and stood up to