Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 229

As long as Giselle could escape and return in this car, that was enough. Donovan didn't even think of the consequences he had to face.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander to her. Every time he thought about what she could've been through, his heart throbbed in pain.

But at this point, there was no turning back for him.

The car turned off the county road onto a narrower country lane, winding its way along a twisting road until, at last, a bridge came into view in the faint light of dawn. With the window rolled down, the sound of the rushing river below could be heard clearly.

Ten minutes later, the car pulled up at the head of the bridge. It was just past five in the morning. The sky was gray with first light, and the outline of the terrain around them was faintly visible.

After waiting in the car for five minutes, Donovan saw two SUVs approaching from the far end of the bridge. They had no license plates, but judging by the model, they were Land Rovers.

Just thinking about the confrontation ahead made his breath catch.

He stared at the vehicles drawing nearer and nearer, searching for signs of Giselle. Was she in one of those cars? Was she still alive? Was she conscious or unconscious, bound or free?

This moment had finally arrived after more than ten hours of torment. Despite his usual calm demeanor, his heartbeat pounded out of control, his eyes never leaving the vehicle in front of him.

Just then, the kidnappers' car stopped short at the bridge.

A moment later, the door of the first SUV swung open. A kidnapper dragged a woman from the back seat, her upper body shrouded in a black sack, her limbs bound. She kicked frantically, thrashing in terror.

Donovan caught sight of the athletic wear the woman was wearing, and his heart clenched. His jaw tightened, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. The anguish was unlike anything he'd ever felt.

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