Chapter 49
Donovan sat in his leather chair, locked in a video conference with his international clients on his tablet. He spoke fluently in a foreign language.
When Giselle appeared at the door, it was as if he had expected her all along. He showed no reaction–his gaze remained fixed on the screen as he listened to his clients, completely ignoring her presence.
Unfazed, Giselle strolled into the office as though she owned the place. With confidence, she approached him, perched herself on the armrest of his chair, and leaned in intimately. Glancing at the video conference, she asked softly, “What are you working on?”
The foreign clients immediately noticed the stunning woman who had appeared beside Donovan. Their attention shifted from business to curiosity, and they smiled as they asked if she was Donovan’s girlfriend,
Donovan remained aloof. He didn’t shove her away immediately, preferring to let the meeting continue. But Giselle pushed her luck–her teasing touches ignoring the presence of the others on the video call. Donovan’s composure began to crack
Unable to tolerate her antics any longer, he abruptly ended the video conference. The moment the screen went dark, he shoved Giselle off the armrest roughly and without a word. His force was brutal.
Luckily, the thick carpet cushioned her fall, Though it stung, Giselle wasn’t hurt.
She knew she had provoked him first and had no intention of blaming him for his reaction. Instead, she stood up gracefully, brushing herself off as if nothing had happened. She believed herself strong enough to handle such things.
Donovan, stili, silent and seething, pulled open his drawer and took out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit one and took a long drag, the imitation visible on his face.
Without asking, Giselle snatched a cigarette from his pack, but not the lighter. Instead, she leaned in close, lighting her own cigarette from the burning tip of his.
Their eyes met–close and intense. Donovan was caught off guard by the sight of her beautiful face so neat. For a moment, his breath hitched, and the memory of shoving her moments ago seemed to fade.
Wordlessly, he took another hard drag, making the flame burn brighter so she could light her cigarette more easily.
They sat in silence, smoking together, looking perfectly in sync as a flirtatious tension hung heavily in the air.
The room filled with smoke, but Donovan didn’t seem to cate..
When the moment felt right, Giselle spoke at last, her tone casual but loaded with meaning. “Are you really going to marry her?”
Donovan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and replied coolly, “It’s none of your business.”
“Is that so?” She locked eyes with him and provocatively blew smoke into his face. “I think you’re just trying to get revenge on me.”
He turned away, closing his eyes with disdain. “Revenge? You’re not worth the effort.”
The cold smirk froze on Giselle’s face. For a brief moment, she was stunned into silence.
But unwilling to admit defeat, she leaned back and taunted him. “You’ve got a strange taste in women, Mr. Kane, She’s been playing around plenty, and yet you’re still willing to make her the face of your family? Impressive.”
Donovan slowly tumed to her, his eyes sharp and cruel. “I know exactly who I should marry. And I also know who’s been tooling around outside.”
15e insult cut deeper than she expected. Giselle prided herself on being untouchable, immune to such words, but this one stung.
Stil, she bared her teeth in a scolt. “Looks like your wife’s going to be miserable for the rest of her life.”
