Undoubtedly, based on Peter's investigation, this Serican face belonged to Chris.
Donovan leaned back in the rear seat, staring at the photo and observing it leisurely for a long time.
The man in the picture had distinct features common to the southeast region, yet he looked a bit Nihoran, and from certain angles, Valanthean.
He looked like a mix of several Serican ethnicities, neither fully one nor the other.
He had a short buzz cut and monolids. His eyes were sharp and carried a hint of wickedness. His skin was dark, and his facial structure was rugged rather than smooth. He was not a conventionally handsome man, but he possessed a tough, masculine charisma that was hard to ignore.
After studying the photo, Donovan glanced casually at Chris' face in the rearview mirror.
After a silent comparison, he realized that while the face in the photo and the face in the mirror looked like two different people, the details confirmed they were the same man.
He recalled Giselle mentioning that Chris had been severely injured in the army and nearly had his face destroyed, requiring plastic surgery that drastically changed his appearance.
Therefore, seeing the stark difference between Chris' past and present self did not shock him. He simply remained deep in thought.
"What are you looking at? You are so focused," Giselle asked. She had finished replying to her work messages and leaned over to look at the photo on his phone.
Donovan did not try to hide it. He let her lean in, curious if she would recognize this as Chris before his surgery.
Just then, Donovan's phone rang. It was Ethan.
"You should take that," Giselle said. She had only glanced at the photo casually without looking closely.
Donovan spent the next ten minutes discussing a generic drug project with Ethan. By the time they hung up, they were nearly home, and Giselle had forgotten about the photo on his phone.
As a dominant man, he had lived for over 30 years without ever truly dating.
In the past, women had always thrown themselves at him. He never bothered to please anyone, and he usually solved problems with women by spending money on them. The idea of him spending time and effort to pick out a gift for someone used to be a fantasy.
Giselle knew this very well.
For such a pragmatic man to take the trouble to visit a store, buy a gift, and carry it back from across the ocean amidst his busy schedule was no small feat.
Thinking of this, Giselle turned around and kissed him. "Thank you, darling. You are too good to me."
Donovan did not speak again. He lowered his head and captured her lips, kissing her with the passionate intensity of a reunion after a long separation.

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