Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 567

Just as Giselle ached from straining to lift the rock and was about to give up, a man's hand suddenly reached out beside her. With just a little effort, he helped her pry the stubborn rock open.

Giselle looked up in shock. The face before her was one she had revisited countless times in her memories. She couldn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, thinking what she saw must be an illusion.

However, his face was impossibly real, as though he had emerged directly from her memories. Every line and contour of his features was sharp and unmistakable, and his eyes blazed with an intense heat. He held her gaze without wavering, and the warmth radiating from him swept over her cheeks.

Giselle's heart pounded wildly. She shook her head, her voice breaking as she struggled to speak. "No, it can't be! How…"

"Do you remember me?" Donovan asked, reaching out to brush his hand softly against her cheek, as if he needed to feel that she was truly there.

"Don't!"

Giselle recoiled, pushing his hand away with a jolt, and immediately turned to flee.

She didn't even bother with the heavy bucket of seafood, running across the tidal flats as if her life depended on it. Several times, her feet sank into the thick mud, making it impossible to run, and after only a few steps, she tumbled face-first into the murky water and muck.

"Giselle!" Donovan called immediately, chasing after her.

He caught up quickly and reached to lift her. "Don't run. Please…"

"No! Go away!" Giselle gasped, her chest heaving as her heart pounded violently.

A wave of irrational fear swept over her at the sight of that painfully familiar face. She wanted nothing more than to run, convinced she was seeing a hallucination. How could he possibly appear here, in this remote, cut-off place?

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