Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 215

Gideon and Giselle had barely taken a few steps when Gideon, either riding high on his own smugness or simply out of habit from holding too many women this way, let his hand slip lower from Giselle's waist until it rested on the curve of her hip.

From his vantage point by the window, Donovan's eyes landed directly on that deliberately suggestive touch.

Something in him snapped. Heat surged to his head, his self-control shattering in an instant. The walls he'd kept up for so long crumbled without warning.

Before anyone could react, he grabbed a wooden stool beside him and hurled it with brutal force straight at Gideon.

The throw was precise. The stool slammed squarely into Gideon's back with a sickening thud.

Pain shot through Gideon's body, making his tall frame stagger forward. Grimacing, he turned sharply and met Donovan's murderous stare.

"What happened?" Giselle, walking just ahead, spun around at the sound. Her eyes darted from the stool on the floor to Donovan's storm-dark expression, and she understood instantly.

"Are you okay?" She hurried to check him over. "Did it hit your head? Your spine? Where did it land? Tell me!"

Gideon gritted through the pain and shook his head. "It doesn't seem serious. Probably just a scrape."

Ethan was too stunned to move for a long moment.

Finally, he snapped at Donovan. "Don, are you out of your mind? What the hell was that? No matter how angry you are, you can't take it out like this. Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"

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