Chapter 132

---- Chapter 132 Anne followed Donovan to an empty area near the corner. "Don, did you want to tell me something important?" she asked, puzzled. "Why did you tell Zach about what happened between me and Giselle?" he demanded, his back facing her. "Well..." Anne took a deep breath and continued calmly, " That bitch has gone too far. I just wanted Zach to see her true colors soon so he could finally give up on her.

This helps with his recovery too." "Stay out of our family affairs," Donovan said coldly as he looked away. "And whatever goes on between me and Giselle is none of your business. From now on, stop meddling in my affairs." Anne couldn't hold it in any longer. "Don, do my feelings not matter to youat all? Do you still remember we're engaged? We "Enough." He cut her off icily. "I've decided to call off our engagement .

I hope you can keep your distance and go find your true happiness." No!" All the resentment she'd been holding back burst forth like a ---- dam. "Don, everyone in our circle knows that we're engaged. I know what happened between you and Giselle isn't your fault -she seduced you at first! I can forgive you. After all, we're not officially married yet. Even if you slept with her, it doesn't count as cheating on me.

"Now that you two are separated-she's decided to stop clinging to you-let's just let bygones be bygones! If you're in abad mood and need time to adjust, I can wait for you. I don't mind getting married next year too. "Just don't call off the engagement, okay?" Her pleas did nothing to Donovan except for making him feel even more frustrated. Indeed, his marriage arrangement with Anne had been orchestrated entirely by their parents since the beginning.

Apart from the basic courtesy any man would show a woman, he'd never felt anything special for her. They might seem like an engaged couple, but up to this day, he'd never so much as hugged her-let alone shared any deeper intimacy. "T don't want to repeat myself," he said. He found any further explanation pointless and couldn't care less about her feelings. Turning on his heel, he strode toward the elevator.

---- "Don!" Watching him leave with such resolve, Anne finally realized he'd always been cold and distant. Not once did he ever warm up to her. She dashed after him, but could only watch him enter the elevator. She felt like her heart had just been shattered into pieces. Back at his villa, Donovan had planned to go straight to his study to work, But the moment he sank into the couch and stared at the empty living room, he felt hollowed out. He had no will to think, no desire to move.

Restlessness prickled under his skin, laced with irritation, and yet he couldn't pin down its source. His gaze drifted to the housekeeper, who was busy in the kitchen. As he stared at her, his mind wandered to memories of Giselle concocting some culinary abomination in that same kitchen... Memories of her flooded his mind -her face, her voice, the way she flirted with him, her wickedness, her wildness in bed, the way their bodies intertwined in bed...