A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 129

“Mat.”

The man’s call was crisp and sharp, like a gust of wind that swiftly ends, cold and biting.

Matilda’s eyes twinkled with a mirthful red, “Mr. Boyd.”

She finally mustered the courage to face him.

As Yvan stepped forward, Matilda retreated, their silent standoff palpable. She warned, “Mr. Boyd, any closer, and you’ll be invading my personal space.”

Yvan halted not far from her, his smile laden with unspoken intent. “I’ve been closer before.”

“But I’ve forgotten that.” Matilda deftly parried his advance, her laughter reminiscent of an innocent, oblivious child. For a moment, it seemed as if time had rewound to the startling beauty of their first encounter.

Yet she asked, “Did you call my name for a reason, Mr. Boyd?”

So distant and detached.

around his glass as if he were clenching

he finally let out a few syllables, “Matilda,

have. If I hadn’t, I’d

the blade’s edge, ready to embrace destruction at any second, yet she

into his heart, and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow.

as if she had heard the world’s

late to talk about hate. You’re not worthy of

the wind, undeniably dazzling. She had been the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of men. Her every smile

there’s a kind of hatred that has reached a dead end, a point where it doesn’t even matter anymore. To me, you are

gracefully

happened to pass by, saying, “The poison has seeped into the bones; there’s

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as I once loved you, I later hated you. But now…”

Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s

shattered her

nothing left to lose, she fears