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.

tightened around his glass as if he were clenching

out a few syllables, “Matilda,

hadn’t, I’d

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

brows slowly gathered a shadow. In a tone Matilda couldn’t decipher, he asked,

had heard the world’s

and said, “Yvan, it’s far too late

as Matilda’s laughter trembled like branches in 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 and frown was full of charm, a

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

stepped forward, gracefully passing by

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 do. As

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once loved you, I

was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the years.

her reason; when Yvan shattered her remaining warmth, a person in despair fears nothing.

lose, she fears nothing