Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 691

Giselle pushed back immediately. "Absolutely not."

"Then think of something," Donovan murmured, still clinging to the heat between them. "Help me out a little…"

"Get lost."

"Hurry."

"You're crazy."

After it was over, they slipped into their pajamas and returned to bed. The curtains were drawn, the door locked, the air conditioner humming softly. Sleepiness crept in.

"What do you think this baby will be? A boy or a girl?" Giselle rested against him, eyes half-closed, fingertips drifting over the firm lines of his chest.

"A girl," Donovan answered without hesitation.

"Oh? And if it really is a daughter, you'll be disappointed?" she teased.

"Ridiculous." He closed his eyes, imagining the future. "As long as the baby is healthy, it doesn't matter. Son or daughter makes no difference."

Giselle let the subject drop. Her own wish was the same. As long as the pregnancy stayed stable, as long as the child was born safely and didn't inherit her neurological condition, she had no right to demand anything further.

Thinking about what she had now, she felt that maybe fate had not treated her entirely unfairly. Yet whenever Anne's ghastly face flashed across her mind, a heaviness settled in her chest again, warning her that the danger had not passed.

"How's Benjamin's case going?" she asked suddenly.

She understood too. This so-called murderer was nothing more than a scapegoat Anne had bought. No one else on earth had both motive and malice to murder Benjamin and stage such a scene at their wedding.

And if this was only the puppet, then who was behind Anne?

Someone had helped her flee the country, hire killers repeatedly, and execute everything so cleanly that the police could find no trace. Anne didn't have the intelligence or resources to manage that on her own.

"Don't think about it," Donovan said quietly. "I'll keep following Benjamin's case. You only need to take care of yourself. Don't get involved."

"I'm more worried about you," Giselle replied, troubled. "That witch won't stop. She's still making moves behind the scenes, and she's clearly not done with you. You should hire two more bodyguards to stay with you at all times."

"Don't worry." Donovan's expression darkened, but there was confidence in it. "I already have a way to make her stay in line."