Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 561

As Donovan sat on the plane, cutting through the vast, endless night sky, he felt a surreal sensation, as if he were riding a time machine, hurtling back to the past to find Giselle.

He didn't dare close his eyes, fearing that sleep would betray him and he would wake to find it had all been a cruel dream.

At this moment, the thought of chasing down those responsible for what had happened felt utterly meaningless. He hadn't spoken a word to his greatest enemy, Gideon, treating him as if he didn't exist.

His entire consciousness was consumed by Giselle.

He kept imagining where she had spent the past year, how she had survived it, how her body had recovered. Could she speak normally? Could she recognize him?

The questions tormented him. How had she spent those long, lonely months? Had she been alright?

And yet, a whole year had passed, and she hadn't once reached out to him. Why hadn't she come back on her own? What had she gone through that kept her away all this time?

Whenever Donovan thought of the photo Marselle had shown him, with Giselle looking so frail and worn, it felt as if a knife twisted in his chest, sending waves of searing pain through him.

As the plane neared its destination, his emotions churned like a storm. One moment, anger surged through his veins, and the next, a bone-deep chill coursed through him, leaving him numb. At times, he was restless and couldn't sit still. At other times, he felt completely numb and stiff.

He longed to see her, yet deep down, he feared it.

A full year had passed, and he had lived like a walking corpse. Every vision of reuniting with her had been a dream, and now, on the verge of actually finding her, he had no idea how to face the joy that came after such devastating sorrow.

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