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!”

outburst, a flicker of fear in her eyes that only fueled Adrian’s anger. “What are

she had

treacherous, and the bad weather only added 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

man with a death wish.

they reached the Simpson Mansion, Matilda was completely spent.

the mansion, up the stairs to the second–floor bathroom, and unceremoniously dropped

swim? Don’t drown

with those cold words as he went next door to change into dry clothes. When he returned, he found Matilda, pale–faced,

Adrian said, looking much improved from before,

folded his arms and gave her a lopsided grin. “You should be grateful I’m in a

1/2

10:29

impregnated you a long time

listen to

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

the water, her embarrassment tangible, unable to even