Chapter 317

---- Chapter 317 "Enough," Donovan coldly said to Lily. "Giselle can eat whatever she wants. From now on, prepare an extra portion for her with every meal." "Oh... Alright," Lily reluctantly agreed, though her tone betrayed her displeasure. After taking a few more sips of the soup, Giselle pushed it aside disdainfully. "It's completely bland. I don't want it. You can drink it yourself!" Pulling out her phone, she opened a food delivery app and scrolled through a few nearby restaurants. Then, she ordered some tacos. When it arrived, Giselle didn't hesitate for a second.

She sat right there in the ward and dug in, completely unbothered that Donovan was watching her. Compared to the tasteless , overpriced so-called nutritious meals he was served, the cheap street food was far more appetizing. Giselle ate without the slightest concern for appearances. She wolfed down the food by the mouthful until the rich smell of the tacos filled the entire room. The scent clashed horribly with the hospital suite, which was decorated more like a five-star hotel thana sickroom. She hadn't had such an appetite since Donovan's accident.

For ---- the first time in days, she could finally eat until she was satisfied. Giselle did so openly in front of him, savoring every bite. Halfway through, she glanced at him, holding up a taco. "Hey, do you want some?" she teased. "No," Donovan replied, frowning slightly. As someone who had been pampered from childhood, the last thing a man like Donovan would ever do was eat greasy street food the commoner craved. Even when he was healthy, he wouldn't have touched it. Now that he was injured and recovering , he was even less inclined.

The ordeal of being sold abroad had already left Giselle ten pounds lighter. She needed to eat more, or she'd soon be nothing but skin and bones. ---- Full and satisfied, her mood improved. Even the sigh of Donovan in the hospital bed seemed easier on the eyes, and for once, she felt like talking to him. She slowly strolled over, still licking her ice cream. "Do you need help with anything?" she asked, feigning concern. Donovan lifted his eyes just as her tongue slid over the ice cream and her familiar, faintly seductive gaze met his. His body got warmer, and his breath grew uneven.

"Let me have a taste," he suddenly said. "Are you even allowed to have ice cream ?" Giselle asked in surprise. "Yes," he replied. Without thinking much of it, she sat down beside him and held out the ice cream, meaning to let him take a small bite. But before it reached Donovan's lips, his hand shot out. He pulled her close by the neck and pressed a kiss against her mouth. Giselle's mind went blank. She didn't resist, but she didn't respond either, and let him kiss her with feverish hunger. Surrounded by his burning breath, her body slowly melted against him.

Soon, she was weak and pliant in his arms.