A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 379

As soon as Yvan stood up, he made a beeline for the carousel, leaving Logan, who after one spin already wanted another go, a few horses behind. Yvan found himself in a chariot on the ground, circling round and round in pursuit.

A bystander exclaimed, "Did you see that? Two grown men riding the carousel!"

Another chimed in, "Wow! The one with the stoic face is drop-dead gorgeous! His profile is just… explosive!"

A third added, "Seems like all the handsome guys are hanging out with other handsome guys these days…"

Yvan and Carl just exchanged a glance, speechless.

Matilda had this nagging feeling something was off all day but couldn't put her finger on it. She often looked back, reassuring herself it was just a false alarm when she didn't spot anyone following her. Yet, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched, unsure whether it was for good or bad.

Logan, eager for a thrill, dragged Matilda towards the haunted house, despite her protests. "My mom hasn't fully recovered; maybe we should skip it…"

"What does your mom's recovery have to do with a haunted house?" Logan teased with a sly grin, "You're just scared."

And so, Matilda found herself reluctantly pulled into the haunted house. From the moment they entered, she was on edge. Logan mocked her for her timidness, which, as it turned out, was quite justified. At every scare, Matilda couldn't help but let out a yelp.

When they reached a particularly narrow path, a staff member dressed in white suddenly jumped out at the crowd, causing screams to echo through the corridor. Matilda, caught off guard, stepped back, missing a step and nearly falling backward, only to be caught by a man. He steadied her without a word, his touch familiar yet unplaceable in the dark confines of the haunted house.

Despite trying, Matilda couldn't see the man's face or sense anything else about him. By the time they exited the haunted house and she looked back, the mysterious savior had blended into the crowd of strangers.

"That's odd…" Matilda pondered, wondering if it was just a kind-hearted stranger who had helped her.

Exhausted from their adventures, they eventually found a bench to rest on. Yvan and Carl, having just emerged from the haunted house themselves – with Carl looking particularly pale from the experience – sat at a distance. Carl, despite his efficiency in work, had a known aversion to ghosts.

Yvan's view of Matilda and Logan was suddenly blocked by a bouncing Donald Duck mascot. With a click of his tongue in annoyance, the mascot removed its headpiece, revealing a sweaty face underneath. Holding a bunch of balloons, the person gasped, "Mr. Boyd, I'm exhausted. Can someone take over for me?"

Yvan was taken aback, realizing their own staff had infiltrated the park workers. He then glanced towards Matilda with narrowed eyes and demanded, "Give me the costume."

"Huh?" The staff member was confused, not understanding why Yvan would want to swap clothes, asking, "Mr. Boyd, you want to wear it yourself?"

A chill passed through Yvan's eyes as he repeated, more firmly, "Quit talking and hand it over."