NovelEnglishChapter 132 Matilda finally got what Chloe meant by VIP treatment.
No sooner had she settled into the booth than a line of young, dashing men approached, each one a fresh-faced Adonis, and they just plopped down around Matilda, their presence even more ostentatious than Chloe's last shindig.
The whole scene gave Matilda the heebie-jeebies, but Criss, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas tree, mingling with the group of flirty waiters like they were old friends. The throbbing electronic music seemed to awaken every dark desire lurking in the corners of the soul. Under the kaleidoscope of lights, everyone's face took on a different mask - laughter, anger, joy, and sorrow all played out like a drama.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvery time, Matilda felt as if the bar was some kind of modern-day purgatory, where everyone wore their vice on their sleeve, a parade of grotesque figures and flamboyant characters taking turns on the stage of excess.
Everyone amplified their senses to the extreme, drinking and squandering away precious moments of life, seeking nothing but a night of fleeting pleasure in a place where no soul could find peace, tumbling again and again into the abyss.
The guys around her were relentless in urging her to drink, Matilda, unable to fend them off, could only smile and decline, but when she couldn't escape, she'd down the drink. As the alcohol burned its way down her throat, it felt as if her soul was spilling out from her silenced. lips. She leaned on the guy next to her, laughing as the lights flickered over her face, half in heaven, half in hell.
Yvan and Adrian had been called over to the bar by some friends and unexpectedly ran into Matilda. She was nestled in another man’s arms; her lips stained a luscious red from the drinks she'd been having, looking every bit the enchantress of the night.
Yvan’s Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed, and his gaze darkened considerably.
Feeling the scorching look on her, Matilda looked up and E3ked eyes with the man. She arched an eyebrow ever so slightly as if she hadn't really seen him, then effortlessly passed her drink to the lips of the man beside her, her movements smooth and flirtatious as if she’d done it a thousand times before.
Yvan stepped forward, with Adrian right behind him, and they made their way to Matilda's booth, prompting a light laugh from her.
“Care to sit and have a drink?” she asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmYvan stared at Matilda, trying to see some sign of... anything different. But there was nothing. Matilda was probably drunk, her eyes half-closed, smiling at them fearlessly. “You looking for me for something?” she asked softly.
Yvan scoffed. “Matilda, | underestimated your talent for seduction.” At that, Matilda laughed again, leaning on the shoulder of the man beside her, looking utterly charming. “Yvan, my seducing someone - what's it to you?” 1/2 Chapter 132 A sting shot through Yvan'’s heart, and he stepped closer, grabbing Matilda's wrist. Her smile faded, her gaze sharpening as she looked at him.
“Let 1 go,” she said, each word a clear, cutting command.
Matilda!” Yvan's voice rose in pitch.
Why was he so agitated at this sight? Why did the thought of Matilda leaning on someone else seem so damn painful? Why?
Yvan's inner turmoil found no outlet,and his grip on Matilda's wrist m tightened, the pain snapping her partly out of her drunken haze. She stood up, shaking off his hand “ . ” forcefully. “I said let go of me!”
Adrian stood behind them the whole time, silent, with a look in his eyes when he gazed at Matilda that was both deep and dangerous.
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