"Don't worry. I won't fool around anymore, and I'll never betray you."
She reached out to touch his cheek, then traced along his ear and down to his neck. Her slender fingers wandered across his skin, teasing lightly as her alluring gaze locked with his. Her hand slipped lower, brushing over his firm chest.
As his breathing grew heavier, her body instinctively pressed closer to his.
More than an hour later, their passion finally ebbed, leaving them both sprawled on the bed, too exhausted to move.
After his desire had been completely spent, Donovan's mind slipped into a blank state. Leaning lazily against the headboard with his eyes half-closed, he had long since tossed the photo incident out of his thoughts.
With one arm propped behind his head and the other idly stroking her shoulder, he mumbled drowsily, "When are you going to give me a child? We need to have one."
The moment she heard the word "child," the dark memories of the past crashed down on her like a tidal wave. Giselle felt a sharp ache in her chest, and her body stiffened.
Although it had been so long, she still could not forget the pain and despair of that day in the operating room.
"I may not be able to," she said softly. "Back when I had the procedure, the doctor already warned me that pregnancy would be difficult. The one I lost might have been the only child I could ever carry."
Donovan's breathing faltered at her words, and the cruel image of that "delivery" he once received surfaced in his mind.
For the first time, he realized the weight of his mistake. Their endless battles had claimed an innocent life that had barely begun.
"Let's not bring up the past," he said at last.


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