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.”

“Impressive. No woman has

voice laced with impatience, he said, “Alright, I’m not fishing for your gratitude. If there’s nothing else, you can hail a cab and

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

enact.

but her dignity had already been trampled that rainy night.

a bind, and the final push into the rain–all engineered to soften and then shatter her heart, to bleed and

overly gentle cup of coffee, that made his cruelty so extreme. She had believed his

slender as she walked away, with Adrian

retorted, still munching on crisps. “You just wanted to

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YOU?”

eye saw me

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