Chapter 90
From her bitter tone, it looked like they couldn’t get along well anymore.
It was a rare asion that they didn’t start off at each other’s throats, but as fate would have it, things
had spiraled back to their usual chaos.
Matilda swallowed the sting of hurt and feigned indifference, “Well, knowing Mr. Boyd, there’s no
shortage of flings in your life. It’s all a y, and once the curtain falls, the actors leave. You stopping me
like this, I might start thinking you’ve got a
soft spot for me.”
Predictably, her provocation drew out Yvan’s sardonic grin, “Got a soft spot for you? Matilda, you do
tter yourself.”
“I’ve always seen myself clearly.” Matilda spun around to face Yvan, her body trembling yet her smile
stunning, “In your eyes, I’m just some tart, aren’t I?”
“If you know it, then scram!” Yvan’s simmering rage erupted at once, his gaze fierce as he stared
Matilda down, contempt shing through his eyes, “Get out of my sight before you taint my mansion
any further!”
With tears glistening in her eyes, perhaps mocking them both, she retorted, “I’m. gone. But don’t you
dare miss me.”
With that, she mmed the door behind her. The sound of the door crashing shut seemed to symbolize
the shattering of their worlds.N?velDrama.Org owns this.
As Matilda’s figure disappeared beyond the threshold, Yvan, in a fit of fury, smashed the ashtray beside
him.
The woman was insufferable. Why…why had he ever taken her away from Mason’s ce?
At that moment, his phone rang. Yvan’s gaze settled on the iing number, and his expression
abruptly softened.
When he answered, a sweet, tender voice greeted him, “Yvan, I’m back home. Are you going to pick
me up?”
Dragging her weary body out of the cab, Matilda returned home to find Gideon bustling in the kitchen,
preparing lunch. When he saw her, he rushed over anxiously, “Where were youst night? I was this
close to calling the cops; do you know that?”
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Upon seeing Gideon, Matilda felt a surge of relief. Her eyes, already red, couldn’t hold back the tears
any longer, and they fell freely.
The physical pain, the emotional torment, it all came crashing down on her in that moment. Clutching at
Gideon’s shirt, she sobbed with a raw intensity, as if expelling all her strength.
Gideon’s anger red upon noticing the love bites on Matilda’s neck, “Who was it?! Who took
advantage of you?!”
Matilda shook her head, crying, refusing to confess. Gideon gripped her shoulders firmly, “Was it Yvan?
Was it him? I’ll confront him, I swear! How dare he treat you this way! He has the nerve to…”
Matilda trembled violently, feeling as though she was suffocating. Ever since she had faced Yvan, the
struggle had been relentless. She had tried to contain herself, but
now her fingers trembled uncontrobly.
In broken sentences, she managed to convey her despair, “Gideon…I’m in so much pain…I can barely
breathe.”
Gideon scooped her up and ced her on the bed, fetching some water and rummaging for medication
to ease her distress.
Matilda, unable to contain her fear, curled up defensively and pleaded, “Gideon…save me. I can’t get
entangled with Yvan anymore. Please save me.“.
Yvan – the deepest wound in her heart, one that bled profusely at the slightest touch.
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As Matilda’s fingers twisted together, Gideon stayed by her side, soothing her until she finally calmed
down. It took a while longer for her to fully exin the events of the previous night.
Gideon listened, each word a thorn in his heart.