A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 202

Logan had finally retreated to his room when Matilda, her voice choked with emotion, managed a grateful, “Thanks.”

It was all an act, of course, but she still felt the need to thank Orson for playing his part.

Alone, she still couldn’t bring herself to tell Logan that Gideon had passed away,

Orson’s expression was as impassive as ever. “No big deal, let’s get down to business. How many design directions are you juggling right now?”

At the mention of work, Matilda quickly composed herself, opened her laptop, and they huddled together at the dining table, diving into a serious discussion about the project. Orson brought over his USB drive, and they synced their styles before initiating a video call with a few other colleagues.

Orson stayed at Matilda’s place until dinner. When Chloe emerged from her room and spotted him, she nearly jumped. “Holy smokes! Orson, what are you doing here?”

Orson’s brow twitched. “You scared me…”

“Oh, come on!” Chloe breezed past Orson, turning to Matilda. “See, this is that dashing designer I told you about. Didn’t realize you two had hit it off already

tersely, “We’re just acquaintances,

don’t you join us for dinner then?” Chloe returned from the bathroom with a facial mask on, saying, “It’s

didn’t decline but accepted the invitation with surprising ease. His gaze swept over

had

never expected to run into Matilda at the mall. She, of course, didn’t notice

see a man by her side who bore a striking resemblance to Gideon! Had he not witnessed Gideon’s death

the man’s demeanor was nothing like Gideon’s gentle elegance. This man was cold, showing only a trace of patience

felt rooted to the spot at the sight of Matilda. He simply watched her back, Chloe’s beaming smile, Logan’s blissful laughter,

come from? If he had no blood relation

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Matilda’s side?

couldn’t accept Gideon’s death and sought someone resembling her brother

mind, but he pushed them

saw Matilda laughing heartily, probably at some joke Chloe had cracked. Even Orson, usually so

at Orson as if she’d