A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 432

Being called the young master at Criss' place felt way more comfortable than anything Yvan's household could offer.

Logan, carrying himself with the poise of a young gentleman from overseas, bowed slightly, "Good evening, Mrs. Steinberg."

Matilda caught up and greeted Mrs. Steinberg in English as well, "Good evening, ma'am. Thank you for having me these past few days."

"Not at all," Mrs. Steinberg covered her mouth with a chuckle, "My dear, may I compliment you? You are absolutely beautiful, more charming than any girl I've ever met. Oh, and your son is quite adorable too."

"Thank you for the compliment," Matilda smiled with her eyes narrowed slightly, "It's my pleasure, ma'am. Will you be joining us for dinner?"

"Mrs. Steinberg always dines with me. She's not just my nanny; she's like a mother to me," Criss pulled out a chair, "Hey Logan, come here, buddy, take a seat."

The four of them sat around the table, on which sat an unopened bottle of red wine and dishes that filled the air with tantalizing aromas: steaks, fresh slices of salmon, a turkey roasted to a perfect golden brown, its belly stuffed with fruitwood, and a side of smoked fish, along with various vegetable salads.

The silverware shone brightly, meticulously cleaned and placed beside the plates, a testament to the host's attention to detail. Criss, ever the gentleman, opened the wine before Mrs. Steinberg could stand, pouring the dark red liquid into glasses, its allure almost magical.

"Care for a taste?"

Criss glanced at Logan, "How about trying to drink like an adult?"

After drinking the wine, Matilda's face was slightly flushed, her eyes moist. She made her way downstairs to the sofa, where Criss, after helping with the dishes, saw her curled up on the sofa, her face tipsy and eyes enchanting. Criss clicked his tongue, "I bet no man could resist you now."

Matilda hugged a large teddy bear on the sofa, leaning against it, and said to Criss, "Enough with your sweet talk. I'm tired of it."

"I'm complimenting you, darling," Criss smiled, his lips curling as he sat next to Matilda, pulling her into his embrace, "Poor thing, having to endure so much elsewhere."

Matilda’s eyes welled up a bit, and taking advantage of the moment before Logan came down, she whispered, "I'm not suffering."

Criss ran his fingers through Matilda's hair, sighing, "You don't have to put on a brave face with me, Dawn. You've been through a lot."