A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 367

Yvan tucked her in. "Sleep now, no need to force it."

Matilda looked at Yvan beside her, her fingers trembling slightly. She didn't understand why, but instinctively, she was afraid of him. "You..."

"You'll recover gradually," Yvan reached out, brushing her temple before abruptly stopping himself, his voice hoarse. "Keaton mentioned, it's just a temporary shock. You'll remember everything eventually."

Impossible to forget.

The depth of her hatred was so vivid and deep-rooted that even if forgotten, her subconscious guarded against him.

She would remember everything eventually, and then she would demand her dues, doubly so.

Yvan adjusted the blankets around her, a level of care he had never shown Matilda before.

His fingers trembled slightly as he whispered, "Goodnight."

After turning off the light, the world plunged into darkness, and there he stood by her bed, unwavering like a steadfast oak in a storm.

In the darkness, Matilda's heart raced as she gazed at Yvan's silhouette.

But he remained silent, his towering, silent figure casting a shadow over her, as if she was hiding in his shadow, barely clinging to life.

Why did the phrase "barely clinging to life" come to her mind?

What had happened between them?

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