Darling, Please Love Me Again! (Gisele Meyer) novel Chapter 94

Chapter 94 

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Chapter 94 

“Don’t… Please, Dorlan, don’t act 

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this. I never intended to interfere,” Gisele interjected, 

her unease palpable. 

She found herself in a situation she didn’t want to be in, feeling the sting of potential 

humiliation. 

Every time Gisele closed her eyes, she couldn’t escape the nauseating weight of Michael pressing down on her, yet she couldn’t resist him. 

“No, please, stop. I’m begging you, please…” Gisele cried out in despair, her disappointment. 

evident in her voice. 

Lowering her head, Dorian captured her lips in a passionate kiss, quieting her protests. His hands continued their movements, but they softened in their touch. 

Reluctantly, Gisele could only endure. She shut her eyes, and a glistening tear trickled down from the corner of the eye. 

Just as Dorian was about to adjust his position, he suddenly noticed her tears. 

In that instant, a sudden blow struck his heart. It was unlike the rage that had consumed him earlier. Instead, it felt like a heavyweight, crushing his chest and making it difficult to 

breathe. 

Dorian froze, propping himself up with his arms as he took a deep breath. His expression darkened, and he forcefully pushed her away, sitting up. 

“What are you pretending to be, some virtuous maiden?” he spat out. 

“Gisele felt his words ruthlessly pierce her heart. 

Enduring the pain, she mustered the strength to sit up, adjusting her torn collar–a stark testament to Dorian’s aggression. With no other option, she sat beside him, her body hunched over like a startled bird. 

“Start the car,” Dorian ordered, picking up his phone and dialing a number. 

Within moments, Jon entered the car from outside, silently starting the engine and driving 

away. 

Gisele was visibly frightened, her complexion turning pale as she trembled, her lips quivering non–stop. 

Dorian grew increasingly irritated by her pretense at this moment. He wrapped his large 

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hand around her. “Enough! I promised not to touch you. How much longer do you plan to keep up this act 7” 

casele trembled even more violently as his palm made contact with her. Her eyes lost focus as she murmured unconsciously, “Please don’t touch me! I’m begging you…” 

“I’m not touching you,” Dorlan frowned, observing her with displeasure. 

Gisele curled herself tightly into a ball, her pupils darting around anxiously. She whispered in agony, “Don’t… please don’t!” 

“Don’t… don’t touch me! No, no…” 

She continued to murmur unconsciously, trapped in a distressing cycle of memories. 

Initially, Dorian thought she was merely pretending, trying to avoid his touch. 

However, he couldn’t ignore the sight of her nails digging deeply into her arms, her hands tightly crossed around her legs. 

Despite the blood trickling from the places where her nails had pierced, she seemed oblivious to the pain. 

Dorian’s heart sank as he instructed, “Quickly, drive back to Jefferson Manor. Have Eric wait there!” 

“Of course,” Jon replied respectfully.