After hearing that, Donovan's expression hardened. He tried to recall something, anything, but he couldn't remember a thing from last night.
He looked down at the hospital bed but couldn't find any evidence either. He eyed Anne skeptically. "Is this for real?"
He couldn't believe he could get aroused for a woman he didn't even feel anything for, especially when he was running a high fever and feeling weak all over.
"Why would I lie about something like this?" Wrapped in the blanket, her cheeks were flushed as if she'd just lost her virginity. "Even though you had a fever, you were incredibly strong. I didn't dare to resist because you were injured, so I just... let it happen."
Then, she leaned in and draped her arms over his shoulder. "Don't worry. I genuinely don't mind it at all. We're both adults, and we're going to get married, so it was bound to happen sooner or later.
"I'm mostly just worried about your injuries and whether this will affect—"
"Enough." Donovan was fully awake now. He thought about what Anne had said and started piecing together what might've happened the night before. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.
Even though he was engaged to Anne, he had only ever seen her as a friend. He never thought about crossing that line before marriage. Now that it had happened, he felt conflicted inside.
If it had been any other woman, he could've written a check and sent them away. However, Anne was different; she and Giselle were half-sisters. The thought that he might have slept with both of Tony's daughters made his stomach churn.
"Take the pill right this instant." Since he couldn't change what had happened, the least he could do now was make sure there were no other problems.
"What pill?" she asked, feigning confusion.
"Emergency birth control pill."
Meanwhile, Giselle had no idea when she'd fallen asleep the night before. By the time she woke up, it was already past 10:00 am.
Giselle picked up her phone and found a flood of messages from her staff about work matters. However, she felt too drained to care. So, she tossed her phone aside without reading a single one of them.
Right then, she remembered her confrontation with Donovan from the night before. She rose to her feet, got dressed, and hesitantly opened the door as she stepped into the living room.
When she noticed the doorway outside was empty and there was no sign of his corpse, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, her heart felt heavy when her eyes dropped to the dried blood stains on the floor.
Still, she didn't ask anyone about what had happened to him. Because the moment she was able to fall asleep without a care in the world after smashing a vase on his head and locking him outside last night, she knew that she had completely cut him out of her life.
The following days were relatively calm. At the very least, no one from the Kane family came looking for her.

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