Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 252

The days that followed were the same—numb, tense, and shadowed by fear.

Giselle was plotting ways to get past the building's front doors when Orin sought her out. "I'll take you to a hospital outside today. We'll get your body checked."

For a moment, she wondered if she'd heard him wrong. Her heart soared, and she chirped, "Really? You're willing to take me out?"

Orin coldly ordered her to change and wash her hair before leaving.

To avoid drawing the attention of the customers who came here, she usually went out of her way to look as unappealing as possible. She slouched when she walked, and sometimes she even pretended to limp. She left her hair unwashed for a week until it was greasy enough to fry an egg, smudging dirt on her face to make herself look unkempt.

Giselle was overjoyed when Orin said he'd take her to the hospital. She took a shower, washed her hair, and put on something clean.

The clothes provided here were all skimpy and revealing—the kind no one could wear outside. So, she put on what she had arrived in—a plain T-shirt and a pair of jeans.

However, these clothes weren't hers. Back when she'd been abducted, she'd been knocked out, and when she came to, her biker outfit had been stripped away and replaced with someone else's clothes.

After cleaning up, she felt fresh again. Even in old, plain clothes, her beauty still shone through, so much so that Orin caught himself staring at her for a few seconds.

Giselle followed him out of the hellish old building for the very first time. She climbed into his car and sat in the back with him, while a driver took the wheel in front.

When the car pulled away, she kept her eyes on the window. It felt unreal to see the bright light of the day, as if she had just climbed out of hell and back into the world of the living. Her heart pounded against her chest.

Orin noticed her studying the world beyond the window, yet he only curled his lips in a cold sneer and let her be. In his eyes, Giselle was nothing more than a defenseless woman. There was no way she could escape under his nose, so he saw no reason to be on guard at all times.

He wasn't wrong.

Giselle couldn't have jumped from the car and made it out on foot in such steep and complicated terrain. Even if she managed to escape the twisting mountain paths and endless forks, the mountains stretched on indefinitely. Even if she wasn't shot, she would still end up trapped in this godforsaken place and starve to death.

"Do you want to go back to your country?" he asked quietly, out of nowhere.

Meeting the cold, dangerous look in his eyes, her heart missed a beat. Giselle hurriedly shook her head. "N-No. I don't want to go back."