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.

his glass as if he

long pause, he finally let out a few syllables,

have. If I hadn’t, I’d surely be

sharp as ice, a dance upon the blade’s edge, ready to

gathered a shadow. In

as if she had heard the world’s biggest joke.

too late to talk about hate.

had been the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of men. Her every smile and frown was full of charm, a pity that her eyes. now laughed

reached a dead end, a point where it

forward, gracefully

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

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Chapter 129

I later hated you. But now…”

see the shock exploding in Yvan’s eyes. Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning

Hatred had devoured her reason; when Yvan shattered her remaining

lose, she fears nothing at