Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 179

Donovan was equally frustrated. But having weathered many storms before, he didn't panic too much.

Seeing Giselle's shivering body and lips turning darker by the second, he took off his suit jacket and tossed it over her.

Without hesitation, Giselle quickly wrapped his jacket around herself and felt slightly better.

Still unwilling to give up, Donovan pounded, kicked, and pulled at the door. But no matter how hard he tried, the door didn't budge an inch. It was locked tight from the outside.

At this point, even he slumped to the floor, finally feeling a trace of despair.

Cold air seeped in from all sides of the sealed, freezing space. It felt like being trapped in a freezer. By morning, they'd likely be frozen stiff like meat.

"How could this happen?" Giselle mumbled, curling up in the corner. She was wrapped in Donovan's suit jacket, but it didn't warm her up much. "I don't believe we'll die here… No way…"

Donovan was freezing too. He hugged himself tightly, but it felt like standing in a snowfield wearing only a T-shirt. His teeth chattered, and his limbs trembled.

They had tried everything but couldn't move the metal door. No one answered their screams, their phones had no signal, and even the emergency alarm was dead. The sense of hopelessness kept growing.

Giselle got up and moved around, trying to generate heat through exercise. That gradually stopped working.

The cold pierced through her thin clothes, seeped into her skin, into her bones, and even her mind. Her consciousness started to fade.

She slumped weakly against the wall, her face turning pale, her lips purple, and her eyelids heavy. She was clearly on the verge of hypothermia.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify