Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 796

It must have been worth a few hundred thousand dollars. Every breathtaking detail of the watch reeked of money.

There probably was not a man alive who would not appreciate such an accessory symbolizing high status.

However, after staring at it in a daze for a long time, Chris didn't even have the courage to take it out and try it on. He simply closed the lid and placed the entire gift box on the nightstand beside him.

If Donovan had transferred a few hundred thousand dollars in cash to him, he could have accepted it calmly. His emotions would not have been this complicated. Yet Donovan had given him an expensive item and explicitly said it was his birthday present.

The key point was that a man as busy, noble, and respectable as Donovan actually remembered his birthday.

Chris leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. He recalled the fragmented and stained years of his past decades and compared them to his days by Donovan's side. He felt an inexplicable pang of pain.

Another day passed in the hospital bed.

It was now a weekend afternoon.

The caretaker spoke to him. "Mr. Thompson, there is a woman outside who wants to see you. Is it a convenient time?"

"Who is it?" Chris asked.

"It is a pregnant woman. She claims her last name is Holt."

Chris knew immediately that it was Giselle. He didn't think much of it. "Let her in."

Soon, Giselle appeared at the door with her large baby bump.

She left her bodyguards outside and closed the door herself. She walked slowly to Chris' bedside. Looking at Chris, who had lost a significant amount of weight, she was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Are you doing okay?" she asked casually.

"If you just want more money, I can give it to you." Giselle truly couldn't figure out why he was lingering.

If it weren't for money, what could it be?

"Speak up. How much do you want?" Giselle gritted her teeth and pressed him. "Is 100 million dollars enough?

"Take the money and go back to your country. Start a legitimate business. Be a decent human being. Live your own life. After that, we are even. No more contact, no more trouble. We'll never see each other again."

Hearing these words, Chris fell into a long silence again.

"Nora, why do you hate me like this?"

He suddenly raised his eyes to stare at her, asking in a ghostly, quiet voice. "Was I not good to you? If I treated you badly, would you even have the chance to stand here right now?"