A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 113

A peculiar tingling sensation raced through her body at that moment, and Matilda, feeling utterly humiliated, attempted to push back, to rebel, but Adrian pinned her down. His voice, mingling with the cool patter of rain, reached her ears, devoid of any warmth, “Come on, shouldn’t we create some good memories at a time like this? After all, we’ve already laid bare our wounds.”

“You were just… trying to sleep with me?” Matilda cried out, disbelief lacing her voice.

Adrian chuckled mischievously. “Ah, I spun a tale that moved you, didn’t I? Sorry about that: perhaps I’m just too convincing an actor, Ms. Thompson. What do you say?”

Matilda, her cheeks burning with shame, pushed him away. Her hands trembled at her sides. She thought she had found a kindred spirit in him. But what was it all in the end? Nothing but

an act!

She laughed at herself, a bitter, self–mocking sound. She had let her guard down and confided in a stranger, and she only had herself to blame.

Taking a few steps back, Matilda realized she was trapped. To step out into the rain in her current state… she might as well be wearing nothing at all.

Tears of frustration welled in her eyes as Adrian watched her dilemma with glee. He knew this woman was only resisting on the surface. Besides, going outside in her current attire would surely get her soaked, and a woman as theatrical as her would definitely care about appearances. She wouldn’t dare.

as if he’d witnessed something utterly shocking.

“Matilda!”

grab her, but in the next moment, his hands grasped air. The woman he was trying to hold was already sprinting outside!

laughter, mingled with the steady drum of rain, taunted him, “Adrian, you wanted to humiliate me, didn’t you?

that’s what he had thought,

back, her slender figure disappearing into the

back, not even pausing for a second.

voice quivered with anger and disbelief. Damn it, why would she make such a choice? Any sensible

frozen for a few seconds before grabbing a dried trench

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cutting through the curtain of rain as he chased after Matilda.

strides, he yanked her back, his voice chillingly cold and tinged with panic, “Are you out of your mind? Running out like this for the whole world to

faded away; all sounds were muted, and only her laughter remained. Tears or rain on her face were indistinguishable, yet she laughed