Chapter 180

---- Chapter 180 Giselle had no idea how long it had been until she noticed Donovan's heartbeat growing faint. Although he was slumped against the wall, he was still holding her close. At some point, he had even taken off his shirt and wrapped it around her. His warmth was the only reason she hadn't blacked out yet, though she could barely move. When she looked up, his eyes were shut, and his breathing was shallow. Frost had settled on his handsome features.

He was so still that he resembled a statue. "Donovan?" Giselle called out meekly. She tried to shake him, but she had no strength. She began to panic, calling out to him anxiously, "Donovan, wake up! Don't fall asleep! Can you hear me? Donovan, wake up!" She called out repeatedly but received no response from him. His arms loosened, and his heartbeat was barely there. A wave of despair crashed over her. "Don't die," she sobbed with tears streaming down her face.

She reached out to touch his chin with trembling fingers. " Please don't die... I'm begging you... If you die, what's the point of me staying alive?" As the cold sank deeper into her bones, she knew she couldn't last the night either. It was just a question of which of them would die first. Her head was foggy, her body was numb, and ---- all she could do was cry quietly in his arms. Time dragged in the freezing space. As her temperature dropped , her mind began to fade.

She could no longer think, move, or remember the people and events in her life. She couldn't even remember how she ended up in the cold storage room in the first place. Just as she drifted toward unconsciousness , her body numb and frozen, the cold no longer registering , the cold storage door suddenly opened. She thought she was hallucinating . Through heavy eyelids , she saw a tall figure approaching. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place him.

She wondered if the Grim Reaper was here to take her away. In that blurred moment, she felt someone carry her out of the cold storage room. Someone removed her soaked, freezing clothes and covered her with warm blankets. The cold was gradually replaced by the comforting warmth of the room. It felt like being pulled from hell into paradise. As her vision cleared, she recognized the person beside her. It was Gideon. He was performing CPR on Donovan with a tight frown.

Another staff member had already called emergency services and instructed the others to fetch more blankets and hot water. One of the staff members noticed Giselle was still conscious. They helped her sit up and gently feed her warm water. ---- After drinking some warm water and being wrapped ina blanket, Giselle was finally fully awake. She anxiously looked at Donovan and saw him lying motionless on the ground.

Gideon was pressing hard on Donovan's chest and even gave him mouth -to-mouth resuscitation without hesitation . He kept trying relentlessly, to the point of being drenched in sweat. Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly noticed a faint pulse at Donovan's neck. A breath of air escaped from Donovan's nose, his chest began to rise and fall, and his eyelids fluttered slightly. "Damn, he's one hell of a lucky bastard ," Gideon said with a huff.