A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 111

No sooner had the echo of his words faded, than the sound of rain intensified, heralding a deluge that made their umbrella quiver above them.

Rainwater traced a path down Matilda’s drenched forehead, dripping off her delicate nose, With a pale face, she gazed at the man who had just appeared before her.

Sensing the escalating storm, he tilted the umbrella more over her, letting the rain assault him instead.

As the rain beat down on him, she glanced once more at the figure before her, drenched by the downpour, resembling a fleeting apparition from a surreal dream.

Adrian had been holding the umbrella for a while, now thoroughly soaked on one side. He stared at Matilda for a moment before breaking into a grin, his striking eyes gleaming with beauty, almost deserving the label ‘exquisite.”

He asked, “What are you doing out here in the rain? Looking for misery? Acting as if someone would actually miss you if you were gone.”

It seemed that pain had a limit, and this kind of taunt didn’t even register anymore. Matilda managed a wry smile in response. “Yeah, as if anyone would care.”

Adrian clicked his tongue and then, with a hand on her shoulder, nudged her forward, while using his other hand to push open the door of a café.

the night, casting a warm, yellow glow across Matilda’s face. It was only then that she realized he had led

which made sense–few people would venture out for

hung up his coat

on Matilda as she watched

approaching Matilda. His gaze briefly flickered over her, noting

word, Adrian fetched a men’s shirt from the back and laid it on the

where she could change.

thank you. She took the shirt and stepped into

restroom.

ha lot hir 370 fall

hint of intrigue.

still ashen, Adrian skillfully prepared a mocha, creating a design on top.

soft. The warmth of the coffee started to revive her spirits slightly. She couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by the situation- rushing out in the middle of the night and finding herself in a stranger’s café were