A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 

Matilda eyed Adrian’s flippant demeanor, and memories of that rainy night he toyed with her came flooding back. Her expression chilled instantly as she snapped. “Mr. Simpson, step aside, please.” 

Without uttering a word, Adrian seized her wrist. Before Matilda could grasp what was happening, he was dragging her towards another private room in the club! 

“What are you doing?” 

Her cry went largely unnoticed; in the noisy club, the staff mistook their tussle for a lovers‘ spat. especially given Adrian’s air of prestige. They stepped aside, none daring to intervene. 

Despite her struggle, Matilda found herself hauled into the room. 

Adrian pushed her inside with such force that she nearly lost her balance, steadying herself against a wall as the strobe lights flickered erratically, her face ashen. 

Adrian hit the pause button on the music and quipped with a smirk, “Look who’s here.” 

Everyone halted their revelry to turn and stare at Matilda. 

It took her no effort to spot Yvan in the crowd, the most conspicuous of all. The room was smoky, the lights dim, and there he sat, surrounded by women vying for his attention, ther center of gravity in a designer suit, looking every bit the celebrity. 

Matilda wanted to leave, but Adrian was blocking the exit. She forced a smile, realizing she couldn’t escape this predicament. 

Adrian, gripping her arm, thrust a glass of liquor into her hand. “Come on, I brought you here. The least you could do is have a drink, right?” 

Yvan’s gaze was aloof as he looked at her, the two of them exchanging glances like strangers before looking away. 

A shiver ran through Matilda’s heart as she met Yvan’s icy stare, feeling as if her blood had 

turned to ice. 

She laughed at herself, thinking, “Yvan, it was just wishful thinking on my part, hoping you’d stand up for me!” 

“What if I don’t want to drink?” she said. 

Adrian sneered, “Are you really going to throw away your dignity again?” 

He was referring to the last time at the bar when he propositioned her for a night of fun, and she bluntly refused. 

Matilda’s laugh was colder than Adrian’s. “Mr. Simpson, don’t you already know?” 

But before she could finish her sentence, a woman had already risen to her side and slapped 

her across the tace 

The stap lett Matilda’s head ringing.