Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 422

"What gives you the right to lay a hand on me?" Anne shouted at Donovan. "You have no business meddling in our lives. If anyone should get lost, it's you!"

Zachary frowned, clearly unwilling to make a scene in public.

"Anne, just go," he told her.

She gave a mocking little laugh. "Fine. I'll let you two talk."

With that, she snatched up her bag and started down the stairs. As she passed, she caught sight of Giselle across the room. A thin, triumphant smile curled at her lips before she disappeared below.

Only after Anne was gone did Donovan turn to Zachary, his voice cold. "What the hell are you doing?"

Zachary's answer was flat, almost bored. "You saw it with your own eyes. What's there to be so worked up about? It's just a woman I slept with."

"You slept with her?" Donovan's gaze blazed with fury.

"That's right." Zachary shrugged as if it were nothing. "She came on to me first. I was drunk, and I gave in. Later, I figured—since she threw herself at me, why not take it?"

Donovan's hand swept across the table, sending a glass tumbling to the floor.

"Uncle Don, why are you so riled up?" Zachary sneered. "Haven't we always been close? It's just a woman. Besides, I'm only picking up what you didn't want. Can't you just turn a blind eye?"

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