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.”

but commend, “Impressive. No woman has ever talked to

hair and looked outside where the rain had tapered off. His voice laced with impatience, he said, “Alright, I’m not fishing for your gratitude. If there’s nothing else, you can hail a

was now dismissive and cold as if their serendipitous coffee shop encounter had been nothing but a dream. Matilda understood all

enact.

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

to resonate with her, the intentionally chosen clothes that put her in a bind, and the final push into the rain–all engineered to soften and

was his initial act of kindness, the overly gentle cup of coffee, that made his cruelty so extreme. She had believed his fabricated story as

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

Willow retorted, still munching on crisps. “You

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me wanting

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