Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 69

Donovan's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a WhatsApp message from Giselle, "The bathroom door won't open. Come check it for me?"

He found the message utterly childish and tossed the phone aside, ignoring it.

But less than a minute later, a sense of unease crept in. As if something clicked, he suddenly stood up from the table without a word and left the dining room, his expression dark as he walked toward the first-floor bathroom.

He knocked on the door—firm but not too loud.

Giselle opened it almost immediately.

He looked at her coldly. "What is it?"

"Come in." Giselle grabbed him by the arm, pulled him inside, and quickly locked the door behind them.

There was no time for subtlety. She got straight to the point. "Donovan, what did you mean by that just now? You're too busy to marry her this year, but somehow you'll be free next year?"

Faced with her sharp questioning, Donovan didn't get angry. He just shot her a dismissive glance. "Did you actually think

 I’m going to marry you just because I’m not marrying her?” 

“I don’t care about that!” 

She didn’t bother lowering her voice. Thinking about everything they’d gone through–the endless push and pull–her emotions surged. 

“Donovan, don’t play games with me! You can marry a prostitute for all I care, but you’re not marrying that woman!” 

“I swear I’ll find a way to control you!– 

He didn’t want to bear her speak or explode in another emotional fit. He’d shut her up any way he could. 

He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on lus face repeatedly, trying to force himself back to clarity. Water dripped from his hair, saturating his shirt 

No one knew how long it lasted, but only after he’d fully vented every ounce of rage inside him did he finally stop. Then, without a word, be shoved her she meant nothing. She landed limply, discarded, while he wordlessly adjusted himself and pulled his pants back up. 

Finally, he glanced at the disheveled woman beland him. 

“Giselle, I told you everything depends on how you behave. Keep losing control like this, and you’ll get nothing with that, he unlocked the door and walked out, skipping the dining room altogether and heading straight upstairs.