Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 748

Faced with Anne's questioning, Chris was clearly out of patience. He answered coldly, "Donovan sent me there for work. It was inconvenient to contact you."

"Didn't I make it clear last time?" Anne's voice dropped to a sharp, urgent hiss. "I told you to quit this bodyguard job and get away from them! Donovan must have already started suspecting you. Be careful—he might set you up!"

Chris didn't even look up. He ignored her and reached to pull open the car door.

Seeing him put on that same indifferent, noncommittal attitude again, Anne seized him by his arm. "Do you even understand what I'm saying? We have to change the plan. You're resigning now!"

"I'll remain by her side," Chris said bluntly.

"You—"

Anne glared hard at him, only to be cowed by the icy glint in his eyes.

"Fine." Anne noticed he was carrying the dessert he'd bought for Giselle, and a thought quickly flashed through her mind. "I can tell those two already don't trust you. Why not make a move again before you leave? I've got abortion pills. Slip them into the dessert and take it back now. Have her eat it!"

"It would be discovered." Chris rejected her vicious plan without a second's hesitation.

"Don't worry, I can get you out of it." Looking like she had plenty of experience, Anne said slyly, "I can make that dessert shop take the blame. The police won't trace it to you! That bitch trusts you now. She won't believe you did it."

Before she could finish, Chris shoved her aside. He yanked open the car door and prepared to get in.

"What do you mean by that?"

Anne couldn't stand his refusal to be controlled. Enraged, she yanked on the car door. "This is really our last chance! After the dog incident, Donovan will never fully trust you again. He might already be figuring out how to kill you. You can't go back to his villa! You'll be in danger!"

Giselle walked over. Seeing her familiar desserts, she didn't think much of it. Hungry, she picked one up and took a small bite. It was the same taste and sweetness she was used to.

Even without her spelling it out, Chris always quietly remembered all her preferences. He remembered exactly how sweet she liked her desserts, which toppings to remove, and what a pregnant woman couldn't eat.

He had never once gotten it wrong.

"Do you want a taste?" Giselle asked as she ate.

"No need," he said with measured restraint. "I'll eat the rest after you finish."

Knowing his personality, she simply smiled. In the end, she deliberately left him an untouched portion, and only then did he start eating.