Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 255

Now that she had gradually gained Orin's trust and seen sunlight beyond those walls, Giselle couldn't afford to give up now. Once her nerves settled, she forced herself to let go of that reckless impulse.

As her mind wandered, Orin suddenly slipped his arm around her shoulders intimately. "Come on. Let's go back."

"Alright." Giselle didn't push him away; she let his arm stay draped across her shoulder as they slid into the back seat of the car together.

Perhaps it was because she had behaved herself the entire journey, or because the medical exam had shown she was healthy, Orin's attitude toward her softened a lot. It was as if he no longer saw her merely as a tool he had bought to make money from sex.

Looking at Giselle's lovely face and those mesmerizing eyes, his mind grew hazy, and he found it difficult to stay on guard at all times. The driver bought two coconuts, and Orin poked a straw into one before handing it to Giselle.

"Thank you." Giselle wasn't used to it. After all, Orin was a man whose life was steeped in blood, stripped of all humanity, and yet he was capable of showing such a fleeting trace of warmth. It genuinely caught her off guard.

The coconut water was fresh and sweet. Giselle no longer cared whether it was poisoned or not. After a big gulp, her body and mind felt lighter.

It was in that rare moment of ease that she inquired, "Are you married?"

Orin sipped from his own coconut and answered after a long pause, "I was."

Before she could say anything else, he muttered under his breath, "They're all dead."

After hearing that, she stiffened. Noticing his grave expression, she realized he must've meant that his wife, children, or perhaps his whole family was dead.

She couldn't tell if his interest in her was nothing more than a fleeting desire for her body, or if there was something else buried beneath. One moment, he might treat her kindly, and the next, he could put a bullet in her head.

However, trapped as she was, the only way out lay through him. Giselle had no choice but to find a way to get closer to him.

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The next morning, she went back to her usual work of bandaging and stitching up injured women and administering injections. To her, these tasks were simple. However, her heart had gone from aching to numb after watching these women suffer as sex slaves on a daily basis.

That morning, after tending to a woman's injuries, Giselle stepped out and headed back toward her room. All of a sudden, someone seized her from behind.