A Journey from Bitterness to Truth (Matilda and Yvan) novel Chapter 702

Keaton stood frozen at the door for a few seconds, his mind racing.

Suddenly, it hit him like a ton of bricks. He felt as though his reputation was crumbling right before his eyes. Hastily, he shoved Lance off him and called out to Yvan, "Dude, it's not what it looks like, I swear! Nothing happened, alright?!"

But Yvan just looked on, amusement dancing in his eyes. No matter what Keaton said, he seemed to take it as further proof of guilt. With a sly grin, he stood at the doorway, whistling teasingly.

"Lance, you were ribbing me about having a crush on a married woman, and now look at you, caught in the act!"

"Oh, shut it! You're one to talk!" Lance shot back, his voice rising. "With my looks, no woman or man could ever match up to me!"

After saying his piece, Lance turned to look at Keaton, who was just picking himself up off the bed, rubbing his neck where Lance had grabbed him a bit too vigorously. For a moment, Lance looked caught off guard, then quickly turned defensive, "And why the heck are you barging in on us? Didn't you know we were in the midst of a heated rivalry?"

"A heated rivalry," Yvan echoed with a smirk, whistling again, his gaze full of mischief. "So, this is how you city folks do battle? Bedroom brawls?"

The insinuation was impossible to ignore.

"Can't you ever speak like a normal person?!" Lance retorted, grabbing the nearest thing—a pillow from Keaton's bed—and hurling it towards Yvan. Yvan, quick on his feet, dodged with ease and swiftly shut the door behind him, the pillow thudding against it before flopping to the carpet.