A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 114

Adrian’s ears were pierced with the shrill, penetrating cries of a woman, his arms instinctively wrapping around her, enveloping her in the warmth of his overcoat, concealing her nearly transparent, drenched blouse. He scooped her up, Matilda struggling against his grasp.

“Let me go!” she yelled.

Without a word, Adrian carried her to his car parked not far from the storefront, both drenched from the pouring rain, resembling a pair of fugitives on the lam.

*Do you even realize you’re running a fever?” he barked.

Her body was alarmingly hot to the touch; Matilda’s complexion was pallid, but her eyes were lucid and bright. “That’s none of your business!”

“Yeah, none of my damn business. I’m just a fool for pitying you!” Adrian cursed as he locked the car doors and stomped on the gas pedal.

Matilda pounded on the windows. “Where are you taking me?”

“To get a room!”

Adrian snapped, his temper flaring. “Shut up! Keep annoying me, and I’ll crash us into a bridge, and we can die together!”

a flicker of fear in her eyes that only fueled Adrian’s

had

car nearly drifting along the slick surface lightning–fast. Countless times when Matilda thought they were about to crash into the car ahead, Adrian would swerve away

a man with

Simpson Mansion, Matilda

the mansion, up the stairs to the second–floor bathroom, and unceremoniously dropped her into a tub of

swim? Don’t drown yourself.

those cold words as he went next door to change into dry clothes. When he returned,

much improved from before, though his hair was still a wild

folded his arms and gave her a lopsided grin. “You

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have impregnated you a

to listen to his vulgar talk,

a bag of chips, froze in the doorway of the second–floor bathroom,

into the water, her embarrassment