Chapter 68
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Yvan snorted to himself, clearly underestimating Matilda’s resourcefulness. She managed to rope in Declan to help her out.
Watching Matilda and Chloe’s retreating figures at the door, Yvan clenched his fists tightly.
That evening, Matilda got back to her place and immediately checked her email to see if anyone was interested in collaborating with her studio.
Unfortunately, Yvan’s influence was too strong. Aside from Declan, who dared to extend a helping hand because he was a business partner, other companies were
too scared to take her on.
She sat down and poured herself a glass of milk. Soon after, the doorbell rang. As usual, when Matilda went to answer it, Yvan was standing there, right in front of her.
Her heart skipped a beat. As she stared at Yvan’s face and quickly tried to shut the door, he had already thrust a hand inside, gripping her wrist tightly.
Matilda shuddered, instinctively trying to shake him off. “Let go of me!”
Yvan moved closer, his kiss unexpected and searing. Matilda was trapped in his arms, unable to resist, the sudden invasion sending her into a panic. When she finally gathered her wits, she pushed him away forcefully.
Leaning against the wall, her face was ashen, but her eyes, filled with loathing, were fixed on Yvan. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “Yvan! What the hell do you want from me?”
Yvan stared at her intently, his voice dragging out after a long pause. “Matilda, don’t take it personally. A woman like you is just for fun, nothing serious.”
Matilda’s eyes welled up with tears at his words, and with a bitter laugh, she pointed at him. “What, you can’t wait to throw yourself at me? Yvan, what are you not getting? If you think I’m stained, why do you keep hassling me over and over?”
Yvan pinned her against the wall with force. “Because I replace your pain quite satisfying!”
Matilda tried to push him away, but she couldn’t. He was already ripping at her
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clothes, exposing skin that was shockingly pale – untouched by anyone for five years as she desperately avoided Yvan’s advances.
He dragged her over to the couch, and Matilda screamed, “Don’t touch me! Yvan. don’t touch me! You devil!”
“That’s right, I am the devil! Matilda, if you dare let another man touch you, I won’t hesitate to show you what a real devil looks like! In this lifetime, only I can make you this miserable!”
Yvan held her down on the couch, face down. Matilda’s eyes reddened with involuntary tears, her fists clenched tight. “Don’t touch me! I replace you disgusting!”
Disgusting? She found him disgusting?
Yvan let out a cold laugh, seizing Matilda’s chin with force. “With your Mason on the left and Declan on the right, even Bennett’s got his eyes on you. Do you think you’re cleaner than me?”
Mason? She considered him just a friend, and as for Declan, that was just baseless gossip!
“Yvan, stop slinging mud at me! I only know what kind of person I am, and I have nothing to do with the men you’ve mentioned! And if you’re here because you saw me at the Yeager Group today, what is this? Jealousy?”
A slap came across her face, and Yvan flipped her over, her hair in disarray.
She had always been elegant and dignified, dressed in her personal taste, walking in heels with the grace of a socialite. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Matilda was trembling all over, like she was on the verge of death, her eyes filled with distinct hatred. “Yvan, you’re like a joke right now!”
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