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.

second. Adrian’s pupils contracted to pinpoints as if he’d witnessed something utterly shocking. His azure–green eyes shimmered with an astonishing beauty.

“Matilda!”

reaching out to grab her, but in the next moment, his hands grasped air. The woman he was trying

taunted him, “Adrian, you wanted to humiliate me, didn’t you? You

he

disappearing into the rain. Her single, soaked shirt clung to her skin, the contours of her body

back, not even pausing for a second.

why would she make such a choice?

few seconds before grabbing a dried

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cutting through the curtain of rain as

in just a few strides, he yanked her back, his voice chillingly cold and tinged with panic,

rain, and in that moment, everything else faded away; all sounds were muted, and only her laughter remained. Tears or rain on her face were indistinguishable, yet she laughed beautifully, nearly bare under the downpour, a sight that should have been