A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 126

Criss guided Matilda to their room for some rest, the twin beds neatly made.

Matilda perched on one, taking deep, steadying breaths.

Seeing her like this, Criss heaved a sigh, grabbed the kettle to boil some water for tea, and asked while filling it, “Sweetie, you gotta tell me who he is already, right?”

Matilda offered a resigned smile. “He’s my ex–husband.”

“Oh my God!”

Criss‘ hand trembled, nearly dropping the kettle. “Then I don’t wanna sleep with him.”

Matilda’s voice pitched up in disbelief. “You wanted to sleep with my ex–husband?”

Criss stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Well, he doesn’t look like the submissive type. I bet if we hit the sack, we’d end up wrestling.”

Matilda raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay, Lord Criss, I admit my fault. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ll be upfront next time.”

Matilda after setting up the kettle, and said, “Honey, you gotta figure something out. You can’t keep dodging him forever. The event planners were talking him up big time. How did you guys even get together back

“It just happened.”

question, memories came flooding

dispel those thoughts, and then said, “There’s nothing much to tell; it’s all in the past, dear Mr.

my sweet little secret keeper is keeping things from me now.” Criss feigned injury with a sigh. “Seems like

up at the renowned creative director, who

in love now.”

If you can turn

“Boring.”

at the crowd below. People were mingling, clinking glasses, the socialite dance of ambiguity–everyone hunting, everyone climbing,

quite the catch.”

the crowd, his tall,

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socialites. Yet, Yvan remained unimpressed,

way he’s giving the cold shoulder to those ladies, you’d think