Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 567

Just as Giselle ached from straining to lift the rock and was about to give up, a man's hand suddenly reached out beside her. With just a little effort, he helped her pry the stubborn rock open.

Giselle looked up in shock. The face before her was one she had revisited countless times in her memories. She couldn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, thinking what she saw must be an illusion.

However, his face was impossibly real, as though he had emerged directly from her memories. Every line and contour of his features was sharp and unmistakable, and his eyes blazed with an intense heat. He held her gaze without wavering, and the warmth radiating from him swept over her cheeks.

Giselle's heart pounded wildly. She shook her head, her voice breaking as she struggled to speak. "No, it can't be! How…"

"Do you remember me?" Donovan asked, reaching out to brush his hand softly against her cheek, as if he needed to feel that she was truly there.

"Don't!"

Giselle recoiled, pushing his hand away with a jolt, and immediately turned to flee.

She didn't even bother with the heavy bucket of seafood, running across the tidal flats as if her life depended on it. Several times, her feet sank into the thick mud, making it impossible to run, and after only a few steps, she tumbled face-first into the murky water and muck.

"Giselle!" Donovan called immediately, chasing after her.

He caught up quickly and reached to lift her. "Don't run. Please…"

"No! Go away!" Giselle gasped, her chest heaving as her heart pounded violently.

A wave of irrational fear swept over her at the sight of that painfully familiar face. She wanted nothing more than to run, convinced she was seeing a hallucination. How could he possibly appear here, in this remote, cut-off place?

With his background in medical research, especially pharmaceuticals, he was accustomed to neurological cases. He understood that her previous severe fall had likely damaged her brain nerves, causing abnormal discharges. This kind of aftereffect was normal.

When her body finally stilled and she drifted into a deep sleep, Donovan lifted her once more and began walking toward the shore.

At that moment, Hailey had seen what happened and quickly ran over, stopping in front of Donovan. She looked at him shyly and asked something in the local language he didn't understand.

Knowing the girl was close to Giselle, Donovan softened his voice and spoke in Edevanian, explaining that he was Giselle's husband and asking her to lead him back to her home.

Hailey hesitated, but then Kali, Giselle's dog, came running from a distance. The dog recognized Donovan instantly and leaped around him happily, as if greeting him.

Only then did Hailey finally believe him. She hoisted her bucket of seafood and led Donovan toward the small wooden cabin where they lived.