A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 523

Chloe was momentarily floored, never expecting to hear such words from Yvan. But as the shock wore off, sarcasm seeped into her voice, “Talking like a saint now, are we? Let’s not forget your past deeds hardly make you a knight in shining armor.”

Yvan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he chose not to retaliate against her jibe. Eventually, he walked away, leaving Chloe to watch his retreating figure with clenched fists.

She swore to herself, Matilda wouldn’t suffer even the slightest bit because of Yvan ever again!

When Chloe returned to her spot, Matilda was there, looking puzzled, “Where did you sneak off to?”

Chloe decided to keep Yvan’s encounter to herself, “Oh, I just went to settle the bill.”

“Why’d you rush to pay? C’mon,” Matilda frowned slightly, “We can keep track of who pays.”

“Even siblings square their accounts, right? I treat you this time; you can get the next.”

“All right, then. I’ll cover our midnight snack.” Matilda smiled. The snow had stopped, and the two women stepped out to admire the winter scene. Suddenly, Chloe remembered something, “Do you still hear from Orson?”

Orson?

Matilda seemed to drift into a reverie, murmuring softly, “Haven’t seen Orson in ages.”

He had been gone for a long time.

As she mentioned him, Matilda glanced down at the pendant around her neck, hearing Orson’s voice from the past.

“My time is running short.”

“Everything will turn out fine, Matilda.”

But where was he now, the man who promised her everything would be okay?

“Smart cookie,” Matilda chuckled, pinching Logan’s nose. “Yes, I’m going to rest a bit in my room. We’ll celebrate New Year’s Eve together later.”

“Okay!”

They went to their respective rooms, and perhaps because the heating was turned up high, Matilda felt drowsy playing with her phone in the warm atmosphere and decided to take a nap.

She indeed fell into a deep sleep. Halfway through, she thought she sensed some movement beside her but dismissed it, attributing it to the coziness of Godfrey’s well-decorated home.

Waking up, Matilda’s eyes shot open in shock at the unexpected presence lying beside her...

A pale face with jet-black hair, sharply defined jawline.

Lean yet sturdy, he was lying there in a white T-shirt, bangs perhaps long overdue for a trim, falling across his forehead and eyes.