A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 703

Chase flung open the door with an exaggerated flourish, casting a peculiar glance at Yvan. But that was just Chase being Chase, his face always set in a somewhat jesting expression. After a moment of trying to read Yvan’s expression and failing, Chase simply gave up. “Alright, just keep it down, okay? No brawls tonight.”

Keaton and Lance both sneezed at the same moment.

Despite trying to keep things low-key, later that night, Keaton ended up dragging Yvan out for drinks. Wanting to avoid drawing attention, Yvan opted for a full incognito mode – hat pulled down low, a mask covering half his face, and his collar turned up. He looked like he was a Hollywood star trying to dodge the paparazzi.

Keaton chuckled at his friend's disguise. “You’re wrapped up tighter than a burrito. What if Matilda shows up and doesn’t recognize you?”

Yvan smirked, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “As long as I can spot her, we’re good!”

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As if Keaton had summoned her through sheer will, half an hour into their bar escapade, Yvan spotted Matilda.

There she was, draped in a simple yet elegant black dress, her slender shoulders catching the dim, flickering lights of the dance floor, casting an aura of intrigue and allure around her.

Matilda seemed like a swan that had mistakenly glided into a pond too wild for its grace. Her figure was slender yet not frail, her skin taut and fair – a testament to her self-care routine.

At that moment, she was half-turning, her lips painted in a glossy shade that shimmered under the bar lights, making her appear almost ethereal. Her lips, tinted by the alcohol, seemed irresistibly inviting.

Holding a champagne flute, her long legs crossed, her hair neatly pinned up, she was sharing a laugh with a real estate mogul, the golden liquid in her glass shimmering enticingly.