Chapter 36
Giselle switched on the light just in time to meet the man’s eyes.
Donovan stared at her from the bed, not blinking, as it afraid she’d disappear if he did. He couldn’t be sure if the woman in front of him was real or a figment of his Imagination.
His heart raced, and his throat felt tight. His words were stuck as he continued to lock eyes with her.
The cigarette in his fingers continued to bum unnoticed until the embers singed his skin, causing him to toss the butt into the ashtray in surprise.
Seeing him flinch, Giselle smirked with open amusement. “You own properties worldwide. Why crash at my place?”
Hearing her voice, he finally realized she was real and not a fleeting illusion. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” he rasped, his voice rough
Giselle smirked. “Relax. My life’s a disaster, but taking me down is as tough as reaching the stars,” she shot back at him. “I bet you’re feeling let down, huh?”
No one knew better than her how Intensely this man hated her and how he wished for her demise. She pictured him breathing a sigh of relief upon hearing she had drowned in the lake.
Finally, he would be free from her torment, and tranquility would reign in his life. Yet, only a few days of peace had gone by, and here she stood–brought back from the dead and whole–right in front of him.
Donovan kept his gaze fixed on her, seemingly ignoring her words, and didn’t say anything. After a prolonged silence, he finally said in a deep, good that you’re alive.”
, serious tone, “It’s
He slipped one hand into his pocket, turned toward the door with an expressionless face, and walked away, his true feelings hidden from view. Warching his tall, broad figure vanish without emotion, Giselle inhaled deeply, feeling a tightness in her chest, an indescribable sense of oppression weighing on her.
Just as he was about to leave the living room, Donovan unexpectedly turned back
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