Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 437

"I'm sorry," Giselle said softly. "I only found out today. I completely forgot to get you a gift. What should I do? Maybe I'll make it up to you tomorrow?"

Donovan had never cared much about his own birthday. But hearing the woman he loved say that still left a faint sting of disappointment. His eyes darkened for a moment, though he quickly brushed it off. He knew perfectly well what kind of woman she was.

"My apologies." Giselle stroked his cheek, lowering her voice as though coaxing him. "You know me. I don't even celebrate my own birthday. We've only been married a few months. I'm still adjusting."

"It's fine," Donovan murmured with a faint, amused grunt. His hand slid lazily across the smooth curve of her back. "As long as you still remember my name and know to come home when it rains, I can't ask too much of you."

"Alright." Giselle caught the hint of dissatisfaction beneath his humor and simply nestled closer against him.

Then she looked up. "How about this? We invite Dorothea, Ethan, and Grace here tonight? After all, I'm your wife now. On your birthday, it should be me hosting them, not Mom."

Her sudden sense of duty surprised him. Still, he shook his head. "It's enough that you thought of it. We'll just go over there later."

"No." Giselle's tone turned firm. "I've made up my mind. I'll host them here. I'm your wife. If Dorothea still has to arrange your birthday dinner, then what am I? Just a decoration?"

Donovan closed his eyes again, too tired to argue. "Do whatever you want."

"Good."

Next, Giselle picked up Donovan's phone herself and called Dorothea. For the first time, she spoke as the mistress of the house, inviting the Kane family to dinner that evening.

Dorothea paused for a few seconds before answering in her cool, measured tone. "We can come. But you'd better prepare properly. This is Don's birthday. Don't you dare turn it into a careless mess."

"Hurry," Giselle said, setting a set of casual clothes on the bedside. "Get dressed and come downstairs. I want you to see what I've prepared as your gift."

"A gift?" He frowned. "Didn't you say you hadn't gotten me anything?"

Her lips curved into a secretive smile.

"Don't worry. Did you really think I'd forget your birthday? Your gift's been ready for a while. Come down and see."

That piqued his curiosity. He dressed quickly and followed her downstairs.