Chapter 89

Matilda was unceremoniously tossed onto the passenger seat of Yvan’s sports car, clad only in a bathrobe and a towel wrapped around her. The moment Yvan hit the gas, the car roared to life, shooting off into the night like a bullet from a gun.

The distance from Mason’s place to Yvan’s secluded villa was a solid twelve miles, but with Yvan’s reckless speeding, the trip took mere dozens of minutes. Upon arrival he barely paused to scan his fingerprint to unlock the door before storming upstairs and dumping Matilda onto the massive bed.

The world spun around Matilda as if she were caught in a maelstrom. Her vision blurred and the drugs coursing through her system left her as helpless as a fish out. of water, gasping for breath on the shore.

Suddenly, there was a weight upon her. With no strength to fight back or even to open her eyes, she struggled to see who was looming over her, but could only make out a hazy silhouette.

A familiar warmth and scent enveloped her, and in her confusion, she murmured a

name, “Yvan.”

After that, her consciousness was a blur, a sensation of falling into darkness, disintegrating, vanishing. Tears silently soaked into the sheets, mirroring the silent agony that screamed within her heart.

When Matilda awoke the next day, the bed beside her was empty. Memories of the previous night flooded back, sending a shiver through her scalp as she glanced

around the room.

of her,

He was dressed in a turtleneck sweater, the morning light casting

what felt like an eternity before he let out a derisive chuckle. “What’s the matter? Did the

she was naked, and quickly

panicked expression didn’t escape Yvan’s notice, and his

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“Looking for clothes?”

stayed silent, her shoulders trembling slightly. She was

tossed a woman’s blouse at Matilda, “The stuff you

was clear: these clothes, these remnants of her, didn’t deserve to be in the Boyd Mansion.

hurriedly, and then grabbed a pair of leggings from the wardrobe. Her legs were long and slender, the kind of well–proportioned that

lingered on Matilda’s legs, and his

her body, a testament to Yvan’s rough handling the night before. She covered her face with her hands in frustration, leaning against the

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