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.”

sat beside Matilda after setting up the kettle, and said, “Honey, you gotta figure something out. You can’t keep dodging him

“It just happened.”

by Criss‘ question, memories came flooding

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

Criss feigned injury with a sigh. “Seems like we

the renowned creative director, who smiled down at her, “Looks

in love now.”

couldn’t help but laugh. “Go ahead, try your luck. If you can turn Yvan gay,

“Boring.”

eyes and gazed out the floor–to–ceiling window at the crowd below. People were mingling, clinking glasses, the socialite dance of ambiguity–everyone hunting, everyone climbing, all with a shared aim: ascend

is quite the

Yvan in the crowd, his tall, distinguished

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Yvan remained unimpressed, as if

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