Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 338

The day of Donovan's discharge finally arrived.

Early that morning, Giselle went home to shower, wash her hair, and apply a light, meticulous touch of makeup. She slipped into a black dress—casual yet dignified—and made her way to the hospital to bring him out.

His household staff and assistants had already handled all the paperwork, medicine, and luggage. Donovan only needed to change back into his own clothes, pick up his phone, and walk out of the ward.

Though not fully healed, his body had regained most of its strength. He looked clear-eyed and refreshed, his posture strong, his spirit intact. As long as he avoided strenuous activity for the near future, he seemed no different from a man in perfect health.

Arm in arm, they crossed the lobby to the parking lot. Giselle helped him into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel herself.

As she pulled up the navigation system, she drew in a steadying breath. "It's only 10:00 am Monday. A normal workday for most people."

He glanced at her. "So? What's on your mind?"

"So, no better time than now. Let's go to the city hall." She reached into her bag and flashed the documents she had prepared days ago.

"Right now?" He had only just been released, the faint scent of antiseptic still clinging to him. He hadn't expected this turn so soon.

"Yes. Right now." For once, Giselle's resolve burned without a trace of hesitation. "If we wait a few days, something else might happen. I don't want to risk it."

"Then let's go." He didn't hesitate.

For Donovan, marriage registration was no different from having a meal out—something already decided, not worth agonizing over dates or timing.

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