Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 535

"Don, don't be so rash! You should at least take a seat and get to know Ms. Sterling," Ethan persisted, hurrying after Donovan and blocking his path.

"I don't have time for this nonsense. Keep your clever ideas to yourself," Donovon scoffed, his expression thunderous. "Tell that woman to get the hell out and back to wherever she came from. As for the rest of you, stay out of my sight!"

After that, he got into his car and drove off without so much as a glance.

When Donovan returned to his villa, he was exhausted. He collapsed onto the living room couch and started smoking one cigarette after another.

But smoking couldn't calm him, so he ordered the butler to bring him a bottle of expensive cognac. The moment the cork popped, he lifted it straight to his lips and drank like a man gulping soda on a hot summer day.

Before long, the world was spinning as Donovan's head was heavy with drink. He lay sprawled on the couch, drunk.

Compulsively, he pulled out his phone and began swiping through the photos of Giselle in his album.

Donovan studied her details intensely. The longer he stared, the heavier his chest grew, and his head throbbed with pain.

That all-too-familiar sense of oppression enveloped him once again.

Yes. She was her—the one and only Giselle, unique and irreplaceable.

Since when did other women resemble her? How could they ever compare? They couldn't even measure up to a single strand of her hair!

Should Giselle crumble into dust, fade to shadow, vanish like a wisp of smoke, or disperse like morning fog, Donovan would never be able to wipe her from memory.

There would never be room for anyone else, even if it meant being alone forever.

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In a private, serene, and idyllic corner of Northwestern Cambria, an old-fashioned wooden cottage sat far from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"That's good," Gideon said, his gaze softening as it met hers in the mirror. Her face was pale but rosy, the color slowly returning to her cheeks.

"We swam for over two hours today," Gideon continued. "It looks like your strength and lung capacity are nearly back to normal. That's incredible progress."

Giselle hummed in response. She couldn't help but stare at her reflection, too.

She'd gained some weight, just enough to look human again. She was no longer the frail, hollow-cheeked figure she'd been months ago, but her eyes still looked dull and almost lifeless.

As she drifted into thought, Gideon quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elegant box. Then, without warning, he dropped to one knee before her.

The box snapped open. Inside, an eight-carat diamond sparkled.

"Giselle," Gideon solemnly said, his eyes filled with devotion. "Marry me."