Chapter 129


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    “Mat.”


    The man’s call was crisp and sharp, like a gust of wind that swiftly ends, cold and biting.


    Matilda’s eyes twinkled with a mirthful red, “Mr. Boyd.”


    She finally mustered the courage to face him.


    As Yvan stepped forward, Matilda retreated, their silent standoff palpable. She warned, “Mr. Boyd, any


    closer, and you’ll be invading my personal space.”


    Yvan halted not far from her, his smileden with unspoken intent. “I’ve been closer before.”


    “But I’ve forgotten that.” Matilda deftly parried his advance, herughter reminiscent of an innocent,


    oblivious child. For a moment, it seemed as if time had rewound to the startling beauty of their first


    encounter.


    Yet she asked, “Did you call my name for a reason, Mr. Boyd?”


    So distant and detached.


    Yvan’s fingers tightened around his ss as if he were clenching Matilda’s throat.


    After a long pause, he finally let out a few sybles, “Matilda, you’ve changed.”


    “Indeed, I have. If I hadn’t, I’d surely be dead,” she thought.


    Matilda’sugh was sharp as ice, a dance upon the de’s edge, ready to embrace destruction at any


    second, yet she epted it all. “Thanks to you.”


    Those three words cut deep into his heart, and Yvan’s brows slowly gathered a shadow. In a tone


    Matilda couldn’t decipher, he asked, “Do you hate me?”


    Matilda’sughter was as if she had heard the world’s biggest joke.


    Eventually, she shook her head and said, “Yvan, it’s far toote to talk about hate. You’re not worthy of


    that question anymore.”


    Yvan flinched as Matilda’sughter trembled like branches in the wind, undeniably dazzling. She had


    been the center of attention five years ago, and now, upon her return, she easily captured the gaze of


    men. Her every smile and frown was full of charm, a pity that her eyes. nowughed with icy cruelty.


    She dered, “Yvan, there’s a kind of hatred that has reached a dead end, a point where it doesn’t


    even matter anymore. To me, you are as poison.”


    Matilda stepped forward, gracefully passing by him.


    Yvan reached out to grab her slender wrist, only to have it swiftly pulled away. In front of him, she


    walked into the arms of another man who happened to pass by, saying, “The poison has seeped into


    the bones; there’s nowhere left to go. You ask if I hate you? Of course I do. As


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    much as I once loved you, Iter hated you. But now…”


    She wrapped her arms around the neer’s neck, ncing back to see the shock exploding in


    Yvan’s eyes. Matilda’s smile was that of a siren. “Yvan, there’s no turning back the years. When a


    person is stripped of everything, nothing in this world can hold her back.”


    The devil named Hatred had devoured her reason; when Yvan shattered her remaining warmth, a


    person in despair fears nothing.


    Because there’s nothing left to lose, she fears nothing at all!


    Yvan’s pupils contracted as his eyes seemed to whirl with a storm, threatening to engulf the image of


    Matilda within.


    Adrian hadn’t expected to be used as a pawn to wound another man.


    Matilda released her hold on his neck and whispered, “Thanks for ying along, Mr. Simpson.”


    Then, she quickly withdrew, vanishing from the sight of both men, stepping out from the crowd and


    disappearing as if their encounter had been an illusion.


    But, oh, but.


    The organ in Yvan’s chest, known as the heart, throbbed violently, each beat pulling a string of painful


    relief through his veins.


    The audacious and proud heiress of the Thompson family had returned.


    With a bloody, visceral hatred for him.