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.”

observed the exchange and couldn’t help but commend, “Impressive. No

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

their serendipitous coffee shop encounter had been nothing but a dream. Matilda understood all too well

enact.

trying to appear less disheveled, but her dignity

that put her in a bind, and the final push into the rain–all engineered

that made his cruelty so extreme.

was slender as she walked away, with Adrian watching her

crisps. “You just wanted to drive her

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YOU?”

me wanting that?”

food again? You’ll turn