A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 88

The door to the Mason residence flew open with a thunderous kick from Yvan..

When the two men locked eyes, neither had expected to find the other in their space that day. Without a second thought, Yvan lunged forward, seizing Mason by the collar, and pinned him against the wall with a force that sent a shudder through the frame.

His eyes, sharp as daggers, bore into Mason. The coldness in his voice sliced through any remnants of their past camaraderie, “You got a death wish or something?”

“A death wish?” Mason’s lips curled into a half–smirk, “Interesting. So getting cozy with Matilda is a capital offense now?”

Yvan’s fury painted his handsome face with an intensity that was almost palpable. His mouth opened to retort but he swallowed the words, releasing Mason instead. Both men were panting, visibly struggling to contain their emotions.

It took considerable effort for Yvan to speak, each word measured and deliberate, “Where is she?”

“The bathroom.”

Mason seemed to regain his composure first, “She’s been drugged by Troy.”

didn’t waste another moment, striding towards the upstairs bathroom of the Mason house, “I’ll settle

bathroom door, and there was Matilda, slumped over the edge of the bathtub. Her fair face flushed pink from the drug, an

undeniable allure.

her in such a vulnerable state

he wrapped Matilda in it and lifted her soaking body. from the water. As she nestled

struck a heavy blow to

defenses. Knowing full well that her words were clouded by the drug’s influence, Yvan couldn’t

He replied, “Yeah.”

narrowed slightly. His grip on her tightened involuntarily, yet he managed to say,

into a smile, unfazed by Yvan’s guarded stance. “I didn’t do it for you. It was all for

in

face. Knowing full well his antagonism,

his sharp and beautiful eyes flashing a

business anymore, so why the clinginess?