Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 739

Chris hadn't gone to the restroom at all. Instead, he had hid himself in a patch of shrubs not far away, watching as the two dogs launched their attack on Giselle.

He watched as Giselle panicked, struggled, ran, and screamed.

At first, he hardened his heart and remained unmoved, coldly observing her despair. It was just like back then, like the despair and hatred he himself had once endured in that small grove in Gold Delta.

But when he heard Giselle instinctively call his name as she ran for her life, his heart gave a slight tremor.

In her moment of danger, she hadn't called for any other man. Her first instinct was to call for him. While fleeing, she pleaded for his help, remembering only his name.

In the end, he softened.

He could no longer quietly hide in the grass. He burst out at full speed to save her.

"Looks like you still can't bring yourself to finish her off, can you?" Anne's lips curved into a deranged, icy smile. "I'm telling you, Donovan will definitely conduct a thorough investigation this time. Once he files a police report and they take me in for questioning, I'll give them your name—Orin Sontara—and tell them the whole truth. If it comes to that, we'll all go down together."

At that threat, Chris' eyes darkened further. He finally lifted his eyes to meet hers, staring at her fixedly. "Are you really going to do that?"

"Yes," Anne said with a bitter laugh tinged with resentment. "I trusted you so much back then. I put all my hopes on you. I thought you wanted that woman dead just as badly as I did. But I never expected you to betray me!"

"If your heart isn't with me," she continued coldly, "I have no obligation to protect you."

Chris exhaled smoke slowly as he continued to stare at her. "What exactly do you want to do?"

Chris remained motionless, simply letting Anne kiss him hungrily. He neither refused nor responded, merely grinding out the remaining half of his cigarette under his shoe.

Anne clung to him more intoxicatedly, her eyes half-closed, her body growing soft. Kissing him, she murmured into his ear. "You know, in Valanthea, you can only rely on me. Everyone else wants you dead—especially Giselle. She'd be the first to kill you.

"Only I know your identity, and only I am good to you. As long as you stay with me and keep loving me, you'll be absolutely safe..."

At that, Chris finally lifted his head again. After meeting her gaze for a few seconds, he reached out to gently caress her face. After a moment, his fingers slipped into her hair.

Suddenly, he yanked her hair tight, forcing her head back. He locked eyes with her without blinking. The look in his eyes carried a suffocatingly oppressive intensity.