By the time Giselle returned to the living room, Donovan was already coming downstairs.
He looked like a kid who had just been falsely accused. He rushed up to her and gripped her shoulders. "Babe, you have to hear me out. I swear nothing ever happened between me and that woman. I didn't even touch her hand."
Giselle forced a smile. "There's no need to explain. Whatever happened between you two, I don't care. It's already in the past, so there's no point digging it up again. And honestly, I understand you had needs. After all, you went a whole year without me."
Donovan frowned in panic. "What's that supposed to mean? You don't trust me? Giselle, listen. I need to explain everything from start to finish so you know I'm innocent. That woman was only—"
"Please, that's enough."
She cut him off and said evenly, "You might have your own assumptions about my past too, so let's just leave everything unexplained. I don't want outsiders draining our relationship anymore."
With that, she turned around and started to head upstairs.
Donovan stood frozen for a moment. As he watched her frail figure disappear up the stairs, he knew she was hurting. She was probably overthinking everything again. In the worst case, she could trigger another episode.
The thought hit him so hard that he bolted upstairs. He caught up to her bedroom and shut the door behind them.
He pulled her tightly into his arms from behind. "Babe, can you please believe me? If I ever betrayed you, I deserve to get hit by a truck the moment I step outside!"
The harsh vow made her heart jolt, rendering her speechless.
She let him hold her. Her mind was a fog, emotions blurring together until she couldn't tell what she was feeling anymore.
She suddenly asked, "Tell me something. Between me and Marselle, who do you think is prettier?"



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