Chapter 236

---- Chapter 236 Panic surged through Anne when she felt Donovan's burning forehead. She tried to rouse him, to rush him to the hospital. " Don!" she called out urgently. In the end, he was jolted awake by the nightmare. He cracked his eyes open, took in Anne's face, and felt his headache worsen. "Get lost! Right now!" he barked. Anne felt a chill run from her scalp to her toes. Staring at him dumbfoundedly, she explained, "Don, I just wanted-" "Didn't you hear me? Get out!" He felt as if his head was about to split open, his whole body chilled to the bone.

He yanked the blanket over his head, shutting her out completely. Faced with the scene before her, she was at a loss for words. Anne didn't dare touch him again, and, in the end, she could only slip out of the room, telling Adrian to make sure Donovan was taken to the hospital for his fever. Her eyes stung as she walked downstairs and dragged herself back into her car. The words he had cried out in his sleep kept echoing in her mind, making her chest ache. Anne was no fool, nor could she lie to herself.

She could see it clearly; Donovan's feelings for Giselle were far too deep, far beyond what she'd imagined. ---- She wasn't even sure she could compete with someone who was already gone. However, she only allowed herself to sulk for four or five minutes before pulling herself together and shoving all those negative thoughts aside. After all, Giselle was gone, forever buried in that river, and could no longer be an obstacle to her marriage. Anne felt there was no point in being upset anymore.

In time, Donovan would pull himself out of this darkness, let go of the past, marry her, and eventually forget that woman. Anne stopped dwelling on that train of thought. She stepped on the gas and drove toward her company. She ran a small fashion design business that she had built from scratch over the past two years. There was always plenty to do, and her secretary had just sent over her schedule for the day. That afternoon , she was due to meet with a top model. Anne pulled into the underground parking garage of the office building.

Finding her reserved spot, she parked, switched off the engine, pulled out the keys, unbuckled her seatbelt , and picked up her Hermes bag. When she pushed the door open and bent to get out, she suddenly felt a pair of hands reach from behind and roughly clamp around her neck. Anne panicked and was about to scream, but a hand immediately smothered her mouth. The person's strength was overwhelming , their movements ---- rough and forceful. Anne couldn't even put up a fight. In seconds, she was shoved into another car parked beside hers. She was forced into the backseat.

When she turned around , she realized the man who had kidnapped her was none other than Gideon. "You... You bastard! What are you trying to-" Before she could finish, he stuffed a rag into her mouth. Before she could even process what was happening, he swiftly bound her wrists and ankles. Anne thrashed wildly, muffled cries tearing at her throat , but the gag silenced everything . Gideon's expression was dark and hard, cold and ruthless, as if he felt nothing at all. In mere seconds, he had her trussed up.