Chapter 6
Donovan marched up to Giselle, his voice sharp with accusation. “Giselle, didn’t I warn you to stay out of my life? Why were you making a scene at the Holt residence?”
Giselle hesitated for just a second before letting out a derisive snort. “Funny you should say that, Mr. Kane. The Holt residence belongs to my so–called father.
“And this? This is also my turf. If anything, you’re the one invading my world. I could call the cops right now and have you arrested for trespassing!”
Donovan’s expression darkened. He closed the distance between them in an instant, towering over her as his hand clamped around her chin.
“Now that you know I’m connected to the Holts, you should keep your mouth shut,” he warned, his gaze cold. “Especially around Anne. Don’t you dare breathe a word to her.”
She let him grip her chin, staring straight into his eyes without flinching.
“Oh?” Unfazed, she gave him a teasing look. “What exactly about us is so unmentionable? You don’t want me to tell her we slept together? Or that we…”
Donovan’s grip tightened, his fury boiling over. He wanted so badly to crush her right then. But in the end, he released her with a look of disgust.
Without another word, he stalked to the balcony, lit a cigarette, and took a drag, the smoke curling around him like he was trying to choke the chaos inside.
Giselle lounged lazily on the couch, unable to hide a sneer as she recalled his earlier outburst.
Clearly, Anne meant a lot to Donovan. Otherwise, a man like him, who was always buried in work, wouldn’t have dropped everything to chase Giselle all the way to her home just to threaten her.
Giselle suppressed a scoff. Her gaze drifted to his silhouette on the balcony. He stood there, quietly smoking.
What the fuck else could he possibly want?
Just then, she received a WhatsApp notification. She pulled out her phone and checked the message. It was from one of her backups–someone named “Zach“– asking if she was free for a late–night snack.
She didn’t think twice before saying yes, pushing aside the tangled mess of emotions from before in seconds.
Giselle walked over to Donovan and made it clear he needed to go. “Alright, Mr. Kane. I have plans tonight, so I don’t have time for your games.”
Leaning against the glass door with a smirk, she added, “We settled our accounts long ago, so don’t worry. I know exactly what to do. Who you m nothing to me. And as for me? I’ve got a date waiting. So, get out.”
She’d said plenty, but Donovan only caught two words–a date.
His glare burned into her, sharp with anger and disdain. “You’ve found someone new already?”
marry means
“Yep,” Giselle replied breezily. “A younger guy. He’s another rich heir. He’s tall, ripped, and at least ten years younger than you, with way more energy.”
Donovan took several hard drags from his cigarette, then crushed it in the ashtray. His mood darkened.
He wasn’t even sure why he’d come here tonight. All he knew was that every word out of Giselle’s mouth made him want to strangle her..
A hot, inexplicable rage flared in his chest, searing down into his gut.
Just then, Giselle received another WhatsApp notification. It was another message from Zach, asking where they should meet.
Still holding her phone, she tapped the voice message button and said, “Anywhere’s fine. You pick. That music bar we went to last time was nice. When you–” Before Giselle could finish speaking, Donovan snatched the phone from her hand. Then, he flung it into the nearby trash can like it was worthless, the impact echoing with a heavy thud.
Giselle was too stunned to react at first. Then, it hit her, and she snapped, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
She’d barely moved toward her phone before Donovan caught her arm and shoved her back onto the couch without a word.
