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.

as if he

pause, he finally let out a few

If I hadn’t, I’d surely be

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

his heart, and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow. In a tone Matilda couldn’t decipher,

if she had

she shook her head and said, “Yvan, it’s far too late to talk about hate. You’re not worthy of that

the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of men. Her every

a dead end, a point where it doesn’t even matter anymore. To me, you are as poison.”

forward, gracefully passing by him.

reached out to grab her slender wrist, only to have it swiftly pulled away. In front of him, she walked into the arms of another man who happened to pass by, saying, “The poison has seeped into the bones; there’s nowhere left to go. You ask if I hate you? Of course I

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Chapter 129

I once loved you, I

the newcomer’s neck, glancing back to see the shock exploding in Yvan’s eyes. Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the years. When a person is stripped of everything, nothing in

devil named Hatred had devoured her reason; when Yvan shattered her

there’s nothing left to lose, she fears nothing at all!