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?”

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

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

his tone was almost biting, each word a deliberate strike, as though he intended

odd irritation

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had left early; Yvan had drained all her interest in staying. After saying goodbye to Chloe, she walked alone to the underground parking lot. She hadn’t driven there she just needed some air, feeling nearly suffocated by the day’s

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 wall and let out a meaningless,

many more repetitions of this pain before she could step out

forge to withstand your relentless

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wounded animal, she could only lick her own wounds salvation had to come from within; no one else could

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such coincidental circumstances that Adrian bid farewell to Yvan, only to spot that frail figure

His slow yet graceful stride became clear as he drew closer, his green eyes gleaming like fine emeralds

was loosely tied back, his striking features accentuated

pockets, quipped, “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be off crying on someone’s shoulder by now.”

tone made Matilda frown. She attempted to leave, but he called out

“Hey, Matilda Thompson.”

full name, usually opting for a more teasing moniker. But now, there was a rare seriousness in his