Chapter 275

---- Chapter 275 Donovan didn't touch his own food. Instead, wearing plastic gloves, he sat beside her peeling shrimp one by one, dropping them into her bowl. Seeing how much weight she'd lost during her disappearance -the sharper jut of her collarbones, the way her fingers seemed to be all bone-filled him with an ache he couldn't name. When he finally took off the gloves , he reached out without thinking, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. His voice was warm. "Slow down. From now on, this is your home.

You can have whatever you want to eat." Giselle paused briefly but said nothing, focusing on her meal. Only after she was about three-quarters full did she set down. her cutlery, wipe her mouth, and stand. "Mr. Kane, thank you for everything today-for helping me, for hosting me. I'm safe now, full, healthy, and in one piece. I really should be going home. You should get back to your own business." With that, she turned toward the door, but before she could take a step, his tall frame blocked her path. "I told you, this is your home now. You'll live here from now on.

I'll have everything from your old place moved over." She thought he was out of his mind. "Sorry, Mr. Kane. Iwas kidnapped for two months, not ina car accident that erased my memory. I truly appreciate that you brought me home safely today , but I also hope you can respect boundaries. I'm exhausted and in no shape to deal ---- car accident that erased my memory. I truly appreciate that you brought me home safely today, but I also hope you can respect boundaries. I'm exhausted and in no shape to deal with you right now. That's all." He didn't take her words to heart.

The past between them didn't matter to him. He wasn't interested in revisiting it. What he knew was that during the long weeks she was missing, his heart had been battered raw. Through countless sleepless nights, he had realized nothing in his world hurt more than losing her, and nothing felt better than knowing she was alive. From the moment he saw her return, it had been over ten hours, and his heart hadn't stopped drifting in that heady rush of losing her and getting her back again. There was no way he'd let her out of his sight, not even a single step.

Only if she stayed in his villa, the safest place he knew, where he could see her first thing every morning, would he be able to sleep in peace. "You've eaten enough. Go upstairs and take a shower." He ignored her protest, pressing on. "Aftewrward, you can rest in the master bedroom, play on your phone, do whatever you like. I'll take care of everything else." Before she could argue, he turned and strode upstairs. A few minutes later he came back down, something in his ---- hand. "This is a new phone I bought for you.

The SIM card is already set up with your old number, and it's working now." During the days she was missing, he had never stopped believing she would come back. He'd bought the replacement phone early and personally had her old number reissued. Even the model was identical to the one she'd used before. Giselle hesitated. She hadn't wanted to accept it, but since he had already restored her number, buying a new phone herself would mean going through the whole process again. She took it. "Thanks. I'm leaving now." She didn't waste another word.

She just wanted to get away as quickly as possible. She had only taken a few steps when he caught her arm again. "When will you be back?" "Back? I told you, I'm going to my own home. I-" "Marry me," He cut her off, pulling her hard into his arms and holding her so tightly it felt as if he might crush her. His voice was rough in her ear, the words edged with obsession. "Marry me, and stay by my side forever. You're not going anywhere."