Chapter 99

When Matilda woke up the next day, she found herself draped in a luxurious blanket, the kind only Yvan would custom order, monogrammed with his initials at the

corner.

The letters Y.B seemed to scorch into her field of vision like branding iron, and with a jolt, she flung the blanket to the floor, gasping for breath.

Logan, startled by her action, blinked his eyes open and lifted his head to look at her, “Mommy, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” Matilda gathered her wits about her, scoffing at the idea that Yvan would cover her with a blanket. How could that be possible?

“I must’ve fallen asleep with you last night.” Matilda caressed Logan’s face, “Has your fever come down? I should be going now.”

“Don’t go, Mommy!”

Logan clutched the hem of Matilda’s clothes, his voice barely above a whisper, “Can you stay with me just one more day, please?”

Seeing the longing in Logan’s eyes, Matilda couldn’t help but sigh, “I won’t stay the night, but I’ll stay with you until the afternoon, okay?”

rimmed with red, “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be alone in this big house.”

so empty, devoid of family warmth

before heading downstairs to whip up some breakfast, her movements

he saw the figure bustling about in the kitchen. For a moment, he was transported five years back, to the days when Matilda would rise at dawn to make him breakfast, even though he never once took

it with him.

as he watched her from the staircase, a wave of familiarity washed

emerged from the kitchen with a plate of sunny–side–up eggs and bacon, her voice cold as she saw Yvan, as if she was merely performing a routine,

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remembered everything, every piece of

each steeped in

Yvan. She told

nothing left to

noticed Matilda’s slight quiver and stared at her for a long while before uttering an indifferent “Mm–hmm“.

looking fearless as

felt like a fool, wounded by memories that,

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