Chapter 179

---- Chapter 179 Donovan was equally frustrated. But having weathered many storms before, he didn't panic too much. Seeing Giselle's shivering body and lips turning darker by the second, he took off his suit jacket and tossed it over her. Without hesitation, Giselle quickly wrapped his jacket around herself and felt slightly better. Still unwilling to give up, Donovan pounded, kicked, and pulled at the door. But no matter how hard he tried, the door didn't budge an inch.

It was locked tight from the outside. At this point, even he slumped to the floor, finally feeling a trace of despair. Cold air seeped in from all sides of the sealed, freezing space. It felt like being trapped ina freezer. By morning, they'd likely be frozen stiff like meat. "How could this happen?" Giselle mumbled, curling up in the corner. She was wrapped in Donovan's suit jacket, but it didn't warm her up much. "I don't believe we'll die here... No way..." Donovan was freezing too.

He hugged himself tightly, but it felt like standing in a snowfield wearing only a T-shirt. His teeth chattered, and his limbs trembled. They had tried everything but couldn't move the metal door. No one answered their screams, their phones had no signal, and even the emergency alarm was dead. The sense of ---- hopelessness kept growing. Giselle got up and moved around, trying to generate heat through exercise. That gradually stopped working.

The cold pierced through her thin clothes, seeped into her skin, into her bones, and even her mind. Her consciousness started to fade. She slumped weakly against the wall, her face turning pale, her lips purple, and her eyelids heavy. She was clearly on the verge of hypothermia. Donovan had no choice but to go over and pull her tightly into his arms. Even that wasn't enough. He immediately unbuttoned his shirt, undressed her, and pressed their bare skin together.

He used the last bit of his body warmth to warm her, wrapping their clothes tightly around them both. He was tall and broad -chested. As she curled up in his arms, he pressed his body close against hers, with his shirt covering them both. She started to feel a little better. As she looked up meekly, she caught a near-sight of his unfathomable gaze. In this fragile moment between life and death, she couldn't resist him. She didn't have the strength to think about the past pain.

All she felt was his warmth, his fast heartbeat , and how safe he made her feel. Only by staying physically close to him could she breathe ---- normally and feel less despair. However, as time passed with no rescue, both began to show signs of hypothermia. They trembled harder, grew weak, and their minds became foggy. Soon, they could no longer stand or speak clearly. Donovan knew very well what the two would be facing tonight. He was scared and anxious, thinking of many people and memories.

He couldn't accept dying like this, yet felt powerless. He held Giselle even closer and harder. He tried to get the words out before severe hypothermia set in, so he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'm sorry... Being with you was the happiest I've been in decades. I never stopped thinking about you. The more I hated you, the more I missed you." His words cleared Giselle's foggy mind, and her frozen heart felt a flicker of warmth.