Darling, Please Love Me Again! (Gisele Meyer) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 

Meanwhile, in Jefferson Manor, Dorian thought that Jon would send a cook over within thirty minutes 

after he called him. Even if he couldn’t do that, he could easily buy some food and come over. 

Unexpectedly, no visitors rang the doorbell of Jefferson Manor even an hour later. 

Due to the prolonged hunger, his stomach was already starting to hurt. Lying in a fetal position on the 

couch, he called Jon’s number again. However, all he heard was, “We’re sorry. The number you’ve dialed is turned off. Please try again later…” 

Dorian furrowed his brows and his eyes glinted coldly. What was Jon up to? He sat up in anger and wanted to walk out. 

Just then, a sharp pain jolted through his stomach, and he grunted, bending his waist as his face contorted from the pain. 

After taking two steps, he succumbed to the pain and fell to the floor. Lying on the clean, white tiles, he stared at the high ceiling with empty eyes. 

When he was about to pass out from the pain, sounds came from the door. A few seconds later, Gisele walked through the door with a food container in her hand. 

h a pallid face. 

Before she could change into indoor sl*ppers, she found Dorian on the floor, curled up with a 

She stared at him in stunned silence. 

That day when the ruffians entered the house, she had no choice but to jump off the second floor. The 

way he looked now reminded her of how she had to fold her limbs on the floor after that. 

“G–Gisele?” Dorian was dizzy from the pain, but he tried his best to keep his eyes focused. To his dismay, 

he couldn’t see anything besides double shadows. 

Wiping the look off her face, Gisele walked over calmly and placed the food container on the coffee table. Then, she crouched down next to him and gently rested her slightly cold fingers on his wrist. 

Dorian raised his head at her. He had never seen her read his pulse with such a serious expression. 

Suddenly, he seemed to be able to see things clearly with his blurry eyes. Gisele appeared incredibly 

serious as she read his pulse with her head lowered. Every move she made right now made his heart skip 

a beat, and he stared at her, completely smitten. 

Unaware of his gaze, Gisele placed her index finger on the pulse of his wrist. Her perfectly arched brows 

furrowed, and dissatisfaction washed over her clean, small face. 

A few minutes later, she released his hand and retrieved a small pill box from her pocket. There were at 

least ten types of pills in it. She picked out two and fed them to Dorian. 

As there wasn’t any water, he had to swallow the pills dry. In her arms, the familiar scent of herbs she always carried with her drifted into his nostrils. 

As the slightly bitter pills dissolved in his m*uth, he couldn’t help but cringe, despite being usually 

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expressionless. 

“How are you feeling? If you’re feeling better, get up and eat something,” Gisele urged, helping him to sit