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.”

know.” Yvan didn’t waste another moment, striding towards the upstairs bathroom of the Mason house, “I’ll settle the score

door, and there was Matilda, slumped over the

undeniable allure.

witnessing her in such a vulnerable state ignited an uncontrollable

her soaking body. from the water. As she nestled her head against Yvan’s chest, she

her voice, it struck a heavy blow to his

well that her words were clouded

He replied, “Yeah.”

he carried Matilda out, passing Mason who stood outside the bathroom, Yvan’s eyes narrowed slightly. His grip on her tightened involuntarily, yet he managed to say, “Thanks, Mr. Farrell, for stepping in.”

stance. “I didn’t do it for

in

full well his antagonism, Mason raised an

depends on you.” Clutching the woman in his arms, Yvan looked up, his sharp and beautiful eyes flashing a warning. “I’m telling you, don’t mess with what’s not yours to touch.”

sure like to meddle.” Mason laughed on spot, “Your ex–wife is none of your business anymore, so why the clinginess? If you