A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 367

Yvan tucked her in. "Sleep now, no need to force it."

Matilda looked at Yvan beside her, her fingers trembling slightly. She didn't understand why, but instinctively, she was afraid of him. "You..."

"You'll recover gradually," Yvan reached out, brushing her temple before abruptly stopping himself, his voice hoarse. "Keaton mentioned, it's just a temporary shock. You'll remember everything eventually."

Impossible to forget.

The depth of her hatred was so vivid and deep-rooted that even if forgotten, her subconscious guarded against him.

She would remember everything eventually, and then she would demand her dues, doubly so.

Yvan adjusted the blankets around her, a level of care he had never shown Matilda before.

His fingers trembled slightly as he whispered, "Goodnight."

After turning off the light, the world plunged into darkness, and there he stood by her bed, unwavering like a steadfast oak in a storm.

In the darkness, Matilda's heart raced as she gazed at Yvan's silhouette.

But he remained silent, his towering, silent figure casting a shadow over her, as if she was hiding in his shadow, barely clinging to life.

Why did the phrase "barely clinging to life" come to her mind?

What had happened between them?

...

Hearing a faint sound, Yvan spun around to see Matilda in her hospital gown at the other end of the hallway, her face pale and gaunt, her body frail but her eyes bright. Seeing Yvan clutching the nurse's uniform, she looked puzzled, "You...?"

Yvan quickly let go of the nurse, apologizing before rushing over.

As Yvan approached, Matilda stepped back, hastily explaining, "I was just using the bathroom... were you looking for me?"

Before she could finish, Yvan was already in front of her, reaching out to pull her tightly into his embrace.

In that moment, her heart skipped, Matilda felt as if her blood was flowing backwards.

Yvan, with a trembling voice, held the fragile woman close, as if clutching her very soul, "I thought you had left... I dreamt you were leaving me... I..."