A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 227

Matilda felt queasy throughout the entire meal, but the two men sitting across from her seemed oblivious, eating as if nothing was amiss. Logan, ever the scatterbrain, kept switching between calling Adrian "Uncle Adrian" and "Little Uncle."

When Adrian finished his food, he looked at Orson and asked, "Is he staying over tonight?"

Orson, with a rare cold smirk, replied, "Sorry, I live here."

Matilda added, "We're roommates."

Adrian, unwilling to back down, declared, "Then I'll stay too. I can crash on the couch."

Matilda ignored him and said sharply, "Just leave after you eat. Don’t expect to be welcomed back."

Adrian clutched his chest dramatically, "Are you still holding a grudge because I teased you in the rain that time? I even looked after your son for two weeks. Can’t we call it even?"

Matilda was blunt, "No deal. Get lost."

After Adrian left, Matilda thought it was all over. But the next day, when she opened her front door to leave for work, Adrian’s grinning face popped out from next door, "Hey there."

Stunned, Matilda stepped back, clutching her purse, "What are you doing here?"

Adrian, dressed casually, stood in the hallway with a carefree expression, "Moved in next door last night."

Matilda thought to herself, he’s like a bad penny.

Fed up, she turned on her heel and walked away. Men are such pests, throwing themselves at you when you don’t want them!

Watching her leave, Adrian smirked with a deep meaning before her figure vanished into the distance. Squinting his eyes, a shadow passed over his handsome face. He pulled out his phone and a cigarette, lighting up and dialing a number.

Matilda was embarrassed. She hadn't been at the job long, and now she was thinking of quitting. She found it hard to explain, “It's a personal issue, really. I like all of you, it's just—”

“Like us then don't leave,” Luna pleaded from the side, “You haven't been here that long... Don't quit. Look at our game; it's getting better. There’s big money to be made, and you can take on some freelance work. We won't stop you.”

“It's not about the money.” Matilda found it difficult to voice her real reason, but she had something important she needed to do, something that would take a lot of her time.

“Think it over. Maybe you can sort things out first and then come back,” Baxter suggested, seeing her hesitation. “No rush, take a few days. What do you say?”

Matilda agreed to think about it. That evening, instead of going straight home, she slipped out the back door of the office, scanning for a quiet spot. After looking around cautiously, she hailed a cab and gave her destination.

“Harmony Graveyard, please.”

And that was where she headed.