He thought it was time to man up and take on all the responsibilities a man should. He had nothing to offer Matilda as compensation. If she ever got the chance to stab him, and he died, so be it. If he survived, then he'd consider his life barely repaid to Matilda.
Their paths were supposed to diverge from there on.
Yet, here he was, heart still beating, his body reminding him that he was very much alive. He hadn’t given up on Matilda.
He hadn’t even given up hope on making amends.
Yvan glanced at Carl. “Where’s Matilda today?”
“Ms. Thompson went out with her good friend Criss for a drink. They’re hitting the town tonight.”
Drinking?
Yvan wasn’t too thrilled to hear about Matilda and drinking in the same sentence.
After all… too many prying eyes in those places.
“But you don’t have to worry, they’re going with a bunch of friends. Ms. Thompson should be safe,” Carl said softly. “Mr. Boyd, is this how it’s going to be from now on?”
Yvan blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Carl seemed nervous, wary of Yvan’s temper, “are you just… letting go of Ms. Thompson?”
To live by merely hearing news about her, never again disrupting her peaceful life, never again forcefully entering her world.
Just lurking in the shadows, watching with those dark, night-like eyes.
Yvan remained silent for a long moment before saying, “She’s doing well now… Better off without me.”
He just needed to silently repay his debts, not asking for Matilda’s forgiveness, but hoping… not to be tormented by regret in his nightmares.
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