A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 115

After she changed, Adrian brewed her a cup of tea with milk, a comforting British classic.

Willow, for once, wasn’t holed up in her room gaming. Clutching a bag of crisps, she emerged and cast a glance at Matilda. “You know, it actually looks pretty decent on you.”

“Spill the beans,” Matilda demanded.

Willow, lounging on the sofa with the air of an imperious old man, crisps in hand, lost her usual haughty outdoors demeanor. Yet, her eyes still held a hint of arrogance as they flitted back and forth between Matilda and Adrian. “My brother mentioned once that he found you pretty. Tried to ask you out but didn’t make it, and now, here you two are together? What’s the story?”

The question struck at Matilda’s pride. She paled a little. “Nothing of the sort.”

“Taken your meds yet?”

Adrian glanced at Matilda, who nodded in confirmation. The man then stared at her with a meaningful intensity. “Don’t you have anything to say to a man who kindly took you in on a rainy night?”

Matilda’s response was crisp and clear. “Thank you.”

exchange and couldn’t help but commend, “Impressive. No woman has ever talked

rain had tapered off. His voice laced with impatience, he said, “Alright, I’m not fishing for

encounter had been nothing but a dream. Matilda understood all too well that it was merely a play he

enact.

her back, trying to appear less disheveled, but her dignity had already been trampled

her, the intentionally chosen clothes that put her in a bind, and the final push into the rain–all engineered to soften and then shatter her heart, to bleed and ache

a cruel man… It was his initial act of kindness, the overly gentle cup of coffee, that made his cruelty so extreme.

left. Her silhouette was slender as she walked away, with Adrian watching her until he scoffed. “Hypocritical woman.”

munching on crisps. “You just wanted to drive her

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YOU?”

eye saw me wanting that?”

the crisps from Willow’s grasp. “Junk food again? You’ll turn into