A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 62

She finished speaking and just walked away, a brisk breeze following her departure. Her slender figure swayed in the cool air, her back resolute and unbending.

It was the second time Yvan had watched Matilda leave, and with each turn, he felt she was drifting further away from him…

The blond man remained, chuckling to himself before asking Keaton, “Did they get a divorce or something?”

Keaton rolled his eyes, “Can we not? They split up five years ago, dude.”

“What’s she been up to since then?”

After a long pause, Keaton replied, “Did time. But I don’t run in her circles much, not clear on the details.”

Keaton blinked, then smiled. “So, she’s got a past like mine, huh?”

His smile carried an inscrutable depth, making his friend frown. “Cut it out; don’t even think about hitting on Matilda. We may not be close, but even as an outsider, it doesn’t sit well with me. Besides, I don’t believe Matilda’s that kind of person.”

be men who admire a woman unconditionally, untainted by murky romantic feelings, simply a form of respect

not all interactions between men and women are tainted

locked up, a fair few people worked to clear her

longer and heard this, tears

come from esteemed backgrounds, and their most prized possession is their unyielding integrity. A woman like Matilda, with eyes

connections, discreetly or otherwise, to help out. Some asked questions and

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to Keaton, some were from neighboring cities,

work, knew of her character, or trusted in

none could match the clout of a

and dominating CEOS from trashy novels. They have their loyalties, and due to their upbringing and education, they often possess more patience and manners

Matilda, they maintained a sense of sympathy and awe. Even Yvan’s close friends wanted