A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 175

When Matilda woke up, the last thing she expected to see was Adrian’s face hovering over her.

She blinked hard, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. But when she opened her eyes again, there it was–that half–smirk, half–smug grin on Adrian’s face. His eyebrows arched in a roguish manner, dressed down in a hoodie and ripped jeans, his long legs stretched out beneath her hospital bed, holding a throw pillow and smiling at her.

That smile sent shivers down Matilda’s spine.

Adrian let out a whistle, “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty, decided to join the living?”

Matilda’s throat was dry as she tried to speak, but before she could utter a word, Adrian stood up, leaned in close, and assessed her with those unsettling turquoise eyes. “You’ve got some nerve, you know that? Downing a bottle of Hennessy in under five minutes.”

Pale and still looking unwell, Matilda retorted, “And what’s it to you?”

“It wasn’t any of my business before,” Adrian shrugged casually, “But it is now. I’m the one who brought you to the hospital. Don’t you think you owe me a little thank–you?” Whenever Matilda found herself in a mess, Adrian seemed to be right there in the

thick of it.

her tongue, her eyes brimming with defiance.

hurt her. “You know, Matilda, if you’d shown that kind of reckless spirit with Yvan, maybe you

jab to her heart, knowing

the sarcasm thick in her voice. “And what do you suggest I do? I

she loved Yvan, though deliberately, made Adrian’s pupils contract, his sardonic smile turning frosty. His eyes seemed to glint like

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teeth. This woman was truly heartless, bearing any and all suffering,

could endure, the deeper they buried their pain, and when they finally exploded, no one could

as if Matilda was nothing more than a game to him. And

angelic exterior, but what of his soul? Perhaps no different from a

signaling

“That’s how you

eyes and faced him. “How much? I’ll pay you back.”