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!”

eyes that only fueled Adrian’s anger. “What are you staring at? Never seen a

had never.

to Adrian’s recklessness. Ignoring Matilda’s screams, he floored the accelerator, the car nearly drifting along the slick surface lightning–fast. Countless times when Matilda thought they were about to crash into the car

drove like a man with a death wish.

reached the Simpson Mansion, Matilda was completely spent.

the second–floor bathroom, and unceremoniously dropped her into

Don’t drown yourself.

into dry clothes. When he returned, he found Matilda, pale–faced, watching him.

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

arms and gave her a lopsided grin. “You should

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I’d have impregnated you a

no desire to listen to his

up here?” Willow, clutching a bag of chips, froze

embarrassment tangible, unable to even greet