Darling, Please Love Me Again! (Gisele Meyer) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 

“You’re hurting me!” Gisele struggled to free herself from Dorian’s grip, but his hold was firm, making it impossible for her to break free. 

Dorian’s expression darkened, exuding a threatening aura. 

Glancing at Aspen, he chuckled coldly, saying, “Impressive.” 

Without regard for Gisele’s ability to stand on her own, he forcefully lifted her and briskly 

walked out. 

“Don… Don…” 

Sierra was taken aback by Dorian’s rage. She wanted to intervene but was harshly pushed 

aside. 

Aspen stepped forward to lend his hand. “Was this part of your plan?” he inquired, his tone 

cold. 

“What do you mean by ‘my plan‘?” Sierra looked at him with teary eyes, a glimmer of hatred flickering in her gaze. “Do you and Gisele not know how to be discreet? Why do you have to be so conspicuous?” 

“Don’t you think you’re the best judge of whether I can cozy up to a woman or not?” Aspen retorted, gripping Sierra’s wrist as he took a step closer. 

Sierra slowly retreated until she was backed against the wall, the chilly surface helping to 

clear her mind a bit. 

She swallowed nervously, her face pale with a touch of desperation. “A–Aspen, must it be like this between us? Didn’t you say that as long as I am happy, that’s all that matters?” 

“Yes…” Aspen gently tucked her hair behind her ear, their breaths mingling. He chuckled softly. “But are you truly happy now? Does being a mistress bring you happiness?” 

Sierra’s demeanor shifted at the mention of “mistress“, her tearful gaze transforming into one of steely resolve as she locked eyes with him, declaring, “The title of Mrs. Jefferson has always belonged to me.” 

If Declan hadn’t been involved, she wouldn’t have been expelled. 

Sierra’s nails dug into her palm, the sharp pain jolting her senses. 

Aspen gently took hold of her hand, planting a soft kiss on her clenched fist. He let out a sigh before speaking, “Does being with me cause you so much distress? Please, don’t harm 

Chapter 92 

yourself; I would feel terrible,” 

“Will you help me, then?” Sierra spoke up, her expression resembling that of an injured. rabbit, carrying an innocent plea as she met his gaze. 

212 

Meanwhile, Dorian had forcibly escorted Gisele out of the mall and into his car, treating her with disdain as if she was a mere object. 

With a powerful shove, he pushed her into the back seat, leaving Gisele bruised and battered from the rough treatment. 

The pain coursing through her body caused her delicate features to contort in agony. 

Towering over her, Dorian’s furious gaze bore down, his rage almost palpable. 

“Who gave you the guts to betray me?” Dorian’s bloodshot eyes radiated a chilling aura, suffocating Gisele as if her throat had been clasped, making it hard to breathe. 

For a moment, Gisele’s mind went blank. As she regained her composure, she regarded Dorian with a puzzled frown, as though questioning his sanity.