A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 134

“Where is she?”

Yvan locked eyes with Adrian’s sea–green gaze; his voice laced with urgency.

“She went home.”

Adrian let out a light chuckle. “Yvan, you sure are a gentleman, aren’t you?”

Yvan’s face paled; his body suddenly felt as if it had been drained of all strength, and he stood there, a sense of bewildering helplessness washing over him.

Adrian crossed his arms, his handsome brows arched in inquiry. “If I’m not mistaken, you just lost your cool over a woman you once rejected?”

Yvan found himself speechless, shocked by his own lack of control. To have acted out in such a way!

The man’s silence only deepened Adrian’s keen look. “Yvan, I thought you wouldn’t fall for such

a woman.”

Yvan quickly denied it. “Fall for her? Her? Is she even worthy?”

rhetorical questions. “If that’s the case, you needn’t have made

of Matilda, tears in her eyes, crashing into his embrace. He shook off the thought, emphasizing each word, “For such a woman,

was almost biting, each word a deliberate strike, as though he intended to shatter every ounce of pride

odd irritation bubbling

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goodbye to Chloe, she walked alone to the underground parking lot. She hadn’t driven there she just needed some

of Yvan had long ago seeped into her bones, becoming an instinctive habit. She hugged herself in the empty parking lot, its silence surrounding her as she leaned against the

repetitions of this pain

heart must I forge to withstand your

Chapter 134

down uncontrollably as Matilda gasped for air, her heart spasming with acute pain. Like a wounded animal, she could only lick her own wounds salvation had to come from within; no one else

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under such coincidental circumstances that Adrian bid farewell to Yvan, only to

call a cab when she saw someone approaching from a distance. His slow yet graceful stride became clear as he drew closer, his green eyes gleaming like fine emeralds

hair was loosely tied back, his striking features accentuated by his fair

near, whistled, and, with hands in his pockets, quipped, “What are you

teasing tone made Matilda frown. She attempted to leave, but

“Hey, Matilda Thompson.”

her by her full name, usually opting for a more teasing moniker. But now, there was a