A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 

Yvan seemed to snap, yanking Matilda to the side of the booth with a force that drew everyone’s attention. 

Chloe’s cry and rise to her feet were met with Yvan’s icy glare. 

His grip on Matilda was relentless, and as the rest of the booth’s occupants stood, tension crackled in the air – a fight seemed imminent, and bystanders began to back away. 

Chloe’s eyes blazed with anger as she pointed at Yvan, “Let her go, Yvan!” 

His sneer was cold, “And what gives you the right to tell me what to do?” 

Chloe’s retort was laced with bitter laughter. “And what right do you have to take her away? Yvan, you were the one who dumped her! Now what? Trying to win her back with your tail. between your legs?” 

Yvan’s rage flipped into a grin at Chloe’s sharp tongue. 

Matilda tried to pull away, but he was unyielding, dragging her toward the exit. As onlookers turned their heads, catching a glimpse of Yvan’s well–known face before quickly looking away. Matilda’s resistance was futile against his brute strength. Her face flushed with the effort as she protested, “Everyone’s watching! Let go!” 

“Well, if you know everyone’s watching, maybe you should behave!” With that, Yvan pulled her into the service corridor, slamming the door behind them and cutting off the curious stares of the crowd. 

His hand tightened around her throat, a gesture that carried an unsettling intimacy. 

Matilda laughed, a cold, sharp sound. “Yvan, what are you trying to do? Humiliate me again?” 

Yvan shuddered, looking down at the woman in his arms. 

He hadn’t wanted anyone to see her in this drunken state, hence his impulse to seclude her. 

When had such a thought taken root in him, and to what extent had it affected him? 

Suddenly, Yvan released her. Matilda crouched, clutching her throat and fighting back tears of physical pain. Her eyes, reddened, stared at him, two words cutting through the tension, “Get lost!” 

Something snapped in Yvan’s mind. When his pride was trampled on one time too many, he grasped the front of Matilda’s blouse and pushed her beneath him, sealing her lips with a forceful kiss. 

The moment he invaded her mouth, Matilda turned her head away, her voice a thin line of defense. “Get off me! You disgust me!” 

Yvan, losing control, slapped her across the face. 

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The slap stunned Matilda, Her clothes disheveled, her eyes red–rimmed, and her cheek throbbing with pain, she regained her senses and covered her face, trembling. 

Yvan panicked, reaching for her shoulders, but the words of apology stuck in his throat. Fear gripped him as he recalled the look in Matilda’s eyes when she first looked up at him- it was like a knife slicing through his heart. 

“You…”