Chapter 121

---- Chapter 121 Donovan stared at Giselle intently, studying every part of her face. She still looked the same, but the spirit in her eyes and expression was completely different. Since their last break, it seemed like she'd gotten rid of the last shred of feelings for him. She no longer loved or loathed him -all she felt for him was indifference , like he was just a stranger. From the start, she had clung to him relentlessly.

She schemed, threatened , seduced , and used every trick to bind him to her. But now, that game was truly over. She'd withdrawn all passion, returning peace and freedom to him. Yet, he was unsettled by it. Donovan's gaze was fixated on Giselle. As he searched for a trace of emotion on her face to no avail, his breathing grew labored. Step by step, he closed in on her-until he was almost on her. Suddenly , he grabbed her chin and leaned in to kiss her.

Just as his lips touched hers, she jerked back, as if she'd been electrocuted. Ahard slap landed on his cheek. "Leave. Now," she said evenly as she held his gaze. ---- Feeling the burning sting on his cheek, Donovan froze for a moment. His suppressed, complicated emotions suddenly overwhelmed him, and he cupped her cheeks and kissed her again with unmatched fervor. Giselle struggled frantically, trying to break free. But the more she resisted, the angrier he became.

He was determined to overpower her and prove nothing had changed. Eventually, he roughly pinned her down on the couch. "Fuck off!" she screamed , kicking and pushing him with all her might. Every fiber of her body was resisting him. "Fuck off, you asshole! Let go of me! Let go!" Her fierce rejection drove Donovan wild. After holding back his feelings for over a month, they burst forth like a dam breaking. Spiraling into frenzied rage, he tore at her clothes.

When the storm finally passed, Giselle lay limp on the couch, her clothes a tattered, tangled mess. She looked like a wooden. puppet, her mind completely blank. Donovan, having vented his rage, finally calmed down. He couldn't bother to move or think anyway, so he lit a cigarette out of habit. Tension grew thick in the air. ---- Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Ts anyone there? We're police from the Westbrook Station." The police had taken a long time to arrive since she called.

Hearing this, Giselle sprang to her feet. She couldn't bother with her disheveled state and hurried to the door. "Are you the police?" she cried out, looking every bit the victim. "Someone barged into my house and raped me! Hurry up and arrest him! "Thave evidence -my house is fully under surveillance. This man just raped me! Take him away!"