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 Matilda’s

finally let out a

hadn’t, I’d

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

and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow. In a tone

was as if she had heard the

shook her head and said, “Yvan, it’s far too late to talk

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

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

stepped forward, gracefully passing by

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

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you, I later hated you. But now…”

a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the

her reason; when Yvan shattered her remaining warmth, a person in despair fears

lose, she fears nothing at