Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 577

The engine roared to life, and under Giselle's hands, the speedboat shot away from the dock, sending waves crashing around them as it raced toward the small island she had longed to reach. The sea breeze brushed her face, and as she gripped the wheel, Giselle felt the exhilarating thrill of the open ocean.

For the first time in what felt like forever, the shadow over her heart began to lift. It was almost as if she had forgotten she had once faced death, forgotten that she still carried an illness.

Giselle steered the speedboat with genuine delight. As the boat swayed beneath her, a contented smile slowly curved her lips, and she couldn't help but let out an occasional cheerful shout.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Donovan pointed out their general direction while praising her driving skills. Seeing the rare smile on her face, he couldn't resist pulling out his phone to snap a few pictures.

"How is it still so far?" Giselle exclaimed.

The island had seemed close to the eye, yet the reality was far more distant. They had been speeding across the water for nearly half an hour, and the shore behind them was already a shrinking line in the endless sea.

Donovan felt a flicker of worry, though glancing at the fuel gauge reassured him they had plenty of gas. Giselle seemed to be enjoying the ride, and the warmth between them was rare enough that he decided not to overthink it.

"Why don't you rest for a bit? Let me take the wheel," he suggested.

Worried that pushing herself too hard might trigger her illness, Giselle readily agreed. She swapped seats with Donovan and took a long, refreshing drink from her water bottle before capping it.

She then asked, "Do you want some?"

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