After turning on the lights, Giselle glanced at the couch and froze. It was Donovan.
Her breath caught as she stared hard at the familiar face, feeling as if she was drowning. It had been just over a month since he forced her to have an abortion, but those 30 days felt like 30 years.
She quickly regained her composure. The ripples in her heart stilled again, and she felt nothing—no pain, anger, or surprise. All she harbored toward him was mere indifference, as if he were nothing but a stranger to her.
She stopped at about six feet away from him and asked calmly, "May I ask what you're doing here?"
Her tone was flat, and she wore a distant expression.
Donovan held her gaze. Seeing her distant, almost foreign demeanor, he seemed to no longer recognize her. He took a few long drags on his cigarette before extinguishing it and tossing it into the trash.
He said nothing, and she didn't press further.
"By the way, what you're doing now counts as illegal trespassing," she added coldly. "I forgot to change the password—my fault this time, but I won't let it happen again."
She didn't say this out of spite; she was just stating a fact.
Finally, Donovan rose from the couch and strode toward her. He towered over her as he glared at her, his gaze raking past every single detail of her features. His gaze darkened.
"I didn't expect you to be so damn vengeful," he said through gritted teeth. "To think you'd be cruel enough to use the child in your belly as a tool to vent your anger."
It had been a month since he'd dealt with that "package" with his means, but the grueling sight still sent shivers down his spine and kept him up for days.
"Fine. Since you've received everything I returned, let's part ways for good. Leave now."
But Donovan remained unmoving in front of her, completely ignoring her. He showed no intention to leave.
Without hesitation, Giselle took out her phone and called the police. As soon as the line connected, she said, "Hello, a stranger has illegally broken into my private residence and is harassing me. He poses a serious threat to my safety.
"Please come quickly. Yes, the address is…"
With his hands in his pockets, Donovan watched her with a cold expression.
"The police here respond fast. If you don't want to spend hours at the station, you should leave now while you can," Giselle warned after hanging up.

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