Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 489

The glass shards from the broken bottles last night cut Giselle on the arms and shins. She screamed in pain, scrambling to get up from the floor.

Sitting back on the couch, she gritted her teeth and picked the shards out of the gashes. Blood oozed from the injuries again, causing her to hiss in pain.

The phone wouldn't stop ringing. She ran her hand along the side of the couch and retrieved her phone.

The caller was none other than Gideon.

She answered it without a second thought. "Hello?"

"You finally answered." His breathing sounded shallow.

"What's up?" she replied feebly.

"Nothing much." His voice resonated deeply. "You didn't reply to my messages after you confronted that woman in Astrakhan. I thought something had happened to you."

This reminded Giselle that she had been ignoring Gideon after he helped her out at Astrakhan, just to avoid causing any misunderstanding with Donovan, who was released from the detention center.

She didn't inform Gideon even when she was back home.

"I'm fine," she assured him calmly. "I'm staying at that house in the same neighborhood. I had too much to drink last night, and I just woke up. Sorry about that."

"Were you drinking at your own place?" Gideon could tell she was dejected, which worried him. "Are you alright? Why did you drink so much?"

She slumped back onto the couch and turned off her phone to cut out the outside noise. Blood was still trickling out of her wounds, but she was in no hurry to take care of it. Oddly, she seemed to enjoy the sight of it.

Although she wasn't keen to face death, she wasn't exactly thrilled about living either. She decided to let herself bleed out and take her last breath quietly in this place. She could even imagine how rotten and badly decomposed her body would be when it was finally discovered after days.

Indulging herself in negative thoughts, she drifted in and out of consciousness. Before she could fall asleep, someone started banging on the door urgently.

Giselle had no choice but to drag herself to answer the door. She opened the door, not caring whether the visitor was friend or foe.

Gideon squeezed his bulky frame through the slightly ajar door.