Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 145

It was a little past 11:00 pm when Donovan, who was lying in his hospital bed, started running a high fever. His mind became even more muddled as he tossed and turned, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Anne stayed by his side the entire time. When she noticed him mumbling in his sleep, worry crept into her chest, but she didn't call the doctor. Instead, she went to get him a glass of warm water.

"Do you want some water, Don?" she asked, leaning in and gently touching his cheek.

When he felt her soft hand, Donovan opened his eyes and looked right at Anne's face. His gaze was dazed and unfocused as he gazed at her, unmoving, like he was caught in some kind of spell.

"Don?" she called out, puzzled. Then, she tapped his cheek. To her surprise, he grasped her hand and squeezed it tightly.

The lower half of Anne's face resembled Giselle's, as they both inherited Tony's features. Hence, in his fevered, hazy state, Donovan mistook them for the same woman and stared at her blankly.

"Don, you—" He had never held her hand so tightly before, so she was perplexed and pleasantly surprised. Anne couldn't help but grasp his other hand with hers.

All of a sudden, he yanked her toward him. She fell into his arms, and their eyes met. Before he could make a move, her heart raced as she kissed him passionately, ignoring the fact that he was running a high fever and burning up.

Donovan felt like his head was about to explode, and his body burned as though it was on fire. He couldn't pull away from her kiss.

In his daze, he sensed something was off, but his head felt unbearably heavy, and his mind was muddled.

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