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.”

usual air of poised aloofness, sat beside Matilda after setting up the kettle, and said, “Honey, you gotta figure something out. You can’t

“It just happened.”

came flooding back. Matilda

her head to dispel those thoughts, and then said, “There’s nothing much

is keeping things from me now.” Criss feigned injury with a sigh. “Seems like

the renowned creative director, who

love now.”

laugh. “Go ahead, try your luck. If you can turn Yvan gay, you’re welcome to

“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

is quite the

the crowd, his tall, distinguished figure and his

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of many socialites. Yet, Yvan remained unimpressed, as if no woman there could plque his interest.

those ladies, you’d think he played for the same team as us.”