Chapter 93
In truth, the next two days were anything but peaceful for Giselle. She had no interest in doing anything, found no joy in food, and lay awake at night. The emotional toll was exhausting.
She had thought she would bounce back like always, living her carefree life without being affected by anyone or anything. She didn’t expect that the time would pass by so unbearably slowly by being apart from him for just two days. It felt like she was enduring some kind of torment.
She couldn’t take it ammore by the third day at noon and went to the hospital once again.
She pushed the door open quietly and stepped into the ward. He was lying motionlessly on the hospital bed and was probably taking his attemoon nap.
Her gaze landed on his face. She noticed that he didn’t look well. He had grown noticeably thinner in just three days. His wounds showed no signs of healing. He Jooked completely worn down with his unshaven stubble.
It had somehow stirred a sense of tenderness in her when she saw his depressed expression.
She could no longer treat him the way she used to, like a walking ATM or some tool at her disposal to vent her emotions on him whenever she pleased.
She sat down and instinctively held his hand. His hand was cold. She couldn’t help but hold him tighter, trying to warm him with the heat of her palm.
Her movement stimed Donovan awake at that moment. He opened his eyes. His gaze froze momentarily when he saw the sudden appearance of her face. However, he pulled his hand away with disdain after a few seconds of eye contact.
She had long grown used to his unpredictable moods.
However, the sudden aloodness in his eyes and his coldness devoid of any emotion left her feeling slightly confused.
She held back her impatience and let out a soft laugh. “What’s wrong? Are you upset that I haven’t been able to take care of you for the past few days?”
He said nothing and didn’t even glance at her again. He simply closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
The evidence Anne had shown him had been haunting his mind for days. It was impossible not to be affected.
“Alright, I get it. I know that you’re upset.” Giselle lowered her pride and did her best to comfort him. “Someone insisted on taking over your care that day. Besides, everyone was ganging up on me. How could I possibly stay?”
His face remained cold and grim.
He took his hand once again and pressed it to her cheek before saying softly, “How about this? I won’t leave anymore. From now on, I’ll stay here. I don’t trust anyone else to look after you.”
She leaned down and kissed him when she saw that he was still in a gloomy mood, hoping that it would melt his defenses and reignite something between them. However, he turned his head away and rejected her kiss.
Just as she didn’t know what else to do, he finally lifted his gaze and looked at her. His tone was calm and distant as he made a request. “I want you to get a full medical checkup now.”
“What?” She thought he was referring to her injuries from that day when she lunged at that madman. She said casually, “I already did. I’m fine. The kick was just surface injury, and the cut on my palm is already healing.”
