Chapter 20


    “Truth or Dare,” chuckled someone in the background, “if you can’t speak the truth or do the dare, you


    gotta nt a kiss on someone. Anyone up for a game?”


    Kiss someone?


    Yvan’s gaze snapped to Matilda. Her lips, slightly parted, were a vivid shade of temptation, and she


    was draped over Bet like a siren, her alluring figure drawing the eyes of every man in the room.


    A ze of fury ignited within Yvan, uncontainable and fierce. He didn’t pause to question his reaction:


    his mind was overrun with wild thoughts–of taking Matilda home, of keeping her locked away, ensuring


    she’d never be touched by another man.


    She was his possession, and anyone who dared cross that line deserved to die!


    When he looked at Matilda, her smile was dazzling, capable of making the world pale inparison.


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    Matilda was stunning, and Yvan had known that for five years. But back then, he had despised her,


    never even acknowledging her presence. He thought such a sultry woman would be nothing more than


    a trophy wife, fussy and pretentious, not at all like Rachel.


    Yes… nothing like Rachel.


    Why should this woman… why should she…


    Yvan realized he couldn’t control his rage. Seeing her kiss Bet, he wanted to throttle her–this


    wretched woman, how dare she let another man kiss her?


    Bet seemed oblivious to Yvan’s expression, still holding Matilda close. As she tilted her chin,


    revealing the graceful curve of her neck adorned with a delicate ne, the sight was both enticing


    and pitiable.


    She was so slender; she must feel so light in one’s arms.


    Bet did just that, pulling Matilda onto hisp. She gasped, a flush of embarrassment spreading


    across her beautiful face.


    Bet wrapped his arms around her waist and murmured, “Care toe home with me tonight?”


    Matilda, feigning nonchnce, tucked her hair behind her ear and yed coy. “Mr. Fuller, are you


    teasing me?”


    Bet buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “Teasing? I wouldn’t dare. How about you tell me


    your name?”


    Her name…


    Matilda stiffened, suddenly at a loss for words.


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    “What’s wrong?” Seeing her turn pale, Bet joked. “You’re not some terrifying person are you? Don’t


    scare me, miss.”


    Matilda quickly masked her smile and stood up shakily. I’m feeling a bit dizzy. I just head to thedies‘


    room and be right back to tell you.”


    Bet whistled. “Needpany?”


    “Come on, don’t get impatient now. We’ve got plenty of time.” Matida’s firtatious smile returned. “Just


    wait for me here. Mr. Fuller.”


    The onlookers teased, “Oh man, lucky Mr. Fuller tonight!


    “She’s got a way with words, that beauty!”


    Inside the restroom, Matilda steadied herself at the sink, taking deep breaths. The alcohol was hitting


    her hard, her face flushed from the intoxication


    Bet had asked for her name. what should she say?


    I’m Matilda Thompson?


    In Ashton City, there was only one Matilda–the heiress of the Thompson family from five years


    ago.


    How could she face everyone outside? What would their looks say?


    After five years. the Thompson heiress had fallen to toasting and flinth for mens ravoraughable idea,


    all her pretense of pride and strength turning into a joke.


    As Matilda was lost in thought, Yvan approached unnoticed. In a swift move he pulled her inc thest


    stall of the restroom and mmed the door, Matilde falling into his arms.


    When she looked up. Yvan’s face held its usual sneer. “You lure a man but can’t tell him who you are?”


    Matilda forced a pale smile. “Mr. Boyd, this is thedies room.”


    Yvan, unfazed, locked the stall door andered her against the wall His hand swect across her lips,


    smearing her lipstick in a crimson streak. His voice was cold. “You kissed Bernen?


    She lowered her gaze. “It’s the rules of the game. I had no choice.”


    *Just a game, and you’re all over him?” Yvan lifted her chin fiercely. “Watida, five years, and you’ve


    really outdone yourself!”


    Herughter was absurd, tears welling up. “Why do you care? Yuan, you’re the one who brought me


    here! You wanted me to entertain, didn’t you? And look, I did


    His hand tightened on her neck. “What if I told you to sleep with him?”


    “Then I would. After all I’m just a toy in your eyes, am I not?” Wanica’s eyes brimmed with tears. “You


    don’t care that, so why should I?”