Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 551

"How about this?" Marselle said boldly, making yet another request of Zachary. "I've never been to Donovan's private residence before, and it'd feel awkward going alone. Why don't you come with me tonight?"

"Sure," Zachary replied. He pulled out his phone and called Benjamin.

The butler informed him that Donovan hadn't gone to the office that afternoon. He was working in his study and had no plans for the evening.

"Perfect," Zachary said with a grin. "He's home now. No time like the present."

"Great!" Marselle agreed, excitement in her voice.

Soon she was seated beside him in his car, her anticipation building as they drove toward Donovan's villa.

As they went, Zachary chatted with her about Donovan's habits and interests, trying to help her make a good impression and play the part of a helpful matchmaker.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the villa.

Benjamin greeted them politely and led them into the living room.

"I'm afraid Mr. Donovan was working in his study all afternoon and got a bit tired," Benjamin explained apologetically. "He's resting in his bedroom right now. Should I wake him if it's urgent?"

"No need," Marselle said quickly. "If he's tired, let him rest."

Zachary paused to think. "How about you wait here until he wakes up? You two can talk when he's up. I've got dinner plans with some friends, so I'll head out first."

"Alright," she agreed.

After Zachary left, Marselle found herself alone in the quiet living room.

Marselle's mind buzzed as her pulse spiked. She picked up the phone before she could stop herself.

The screen was locked with a passcode or fingerprint.

Her heart pounded harder. The words "She's still alive" echoed in her head, filling her with a surge of uneasy curiosity.

Without thinking it through, she carefully set the phone near Donovan's hand and guided his thumb onto the fingerprint sensor.

He must have been in an unusually deep sleep. Her little maneuver didn't wake him at all, yet his phone was now unlocked in her trembling hands.

Heart racing, Marselle opened his WhatsApp and saw that the sender had also sent him a photo.