Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 372

The bucket of water drenched Gideon from head to toe. He looked like a soaked rat.

The household staff in the living room were stunned. They just stood there, staring blankly at the scene.

After venting her anger, Giselle stood before him, brimming with fury. Her heart pounded violently, and her hands trembled slightly from the intensity of her emotions.

Having been thoroughly drenched by her beating, Gideon remained frozen on the couch for several minutes. Gradually, much of the alcohol wore off, and his mind cleared considerably.

He paid no attention to the water dripping from his clothes and slumped back on the couch. He raised his head and said with a bitter smile, "That feels good…"

He muttered to himself as if he had lost all reason, "I like it when you hit me like this and really teach me a proper lesson. Even if you beat me half to death, it's far better than listening to your stupid wishes for my happiness. Come on. Hit me a few more times…"

Once her emotions had settled slightly, Giselle coldly said, "Gideon, if you keep sinking into this self-destruction, all it will do is make me look down on you."

He laughed bitterly. "What good does it do you if you despise me? If you think highly of me, does that mean you get to come back to me?"

Her chest tightened even more at his bitter words. She turned to her side, not wanting to meet his heated stare. After a long silence, her softening heart hardened again.

"Gideon, you've known me for a long time. You should know what kind of woman I am," she said, finally looking at him with a calm, unwavering expression.

Clearly, her earlier cold and ruthless words had done nothing to break the hold she had on him. Instead, Gideon seemed even more obsessed.

He held her tightly, leaning close as he whispered deliriously in her ear, "Giselle, no matter what kind of woman you are, I want you to know that I will not let you go."

"You're insane," Giselle said, struggling with all her strength. "I am married now. Stop this. It's impossible."

"It's not up to you," he said stubbornly, unsteady on his feet, soaked and smelling of alcohol. "I can't lie to myself. I can't let you go.

"I even want you to be unhappy. If Donovan ever hurts you, and one day you get divorced, know that I will always be right there. I'll be waiting for the moment I can finally have you."