Chapter 82
Donovan had cancelled a dull dinner engagement just to get off work early and be home by six, only to be greeted by a table of culinary disasters.
Giselle knew she needed to do some damage control, so she sat down next to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and began coaxing him sweetly.
“Hey, don’t be mad, okay? This was my first attempt at a proper dinner. I used to be only good at making bacon, eggs, and instant noodles."
“Come on, you’re a CEO. I couldn’t just feed you peasant food like bacon and eggs, so I went for the fancy stuff like fish, shrimp, pork chops, and honey barbecue ribs… I just didn’t realize cooking was this hard."
“But don’t worry, I promise I’ll improve every day. Give me until month's end, and I’ll be serving a banquet fit for a king!”
Donovan remained silent. He lifted his eyes slightly, meeting her stunning face. Seeing Giselle act leniently and gently, he found his irritation slowly fading.
"If only you were this obedient from the beginning,” he muttered, his gaze dark and deep as he studied her.
Donovan lifted her chin with his fingers. He gently kissed the bridge of her nose, then let his lips find hers, naturally slipping into a kiss.
Compared to the failed dishes, she stirred his appetite far more.
Giselle feared Donovan might starve since no housekeepers were around and her cooking was inedible. So, she ordered gourmet takeout from a high-end restaurant.
Finally, he got a satisfying dinner.
After the meal, Donovan went to his study for a video conference with some foreigners. Meanwhile, Giselle cleaned up the kitchen and began washing his clothes. His clothes were all worth tens of thousands and were rarely worn more than once. The housekeepers usually hand-washed them and ironed them until they were completely crease-free.
Luckily, Donovan loved cleanliness, and his worn clothes weren’t dirty at all, making them easy to wash.
Giselle stood in the laundry room on the first floor, scrubbing his shirts while humming to herself.
Just then, Donovan emerged from his meeting and happened to catch a glimpse of her busy figure as she washed and hung up his laundry. He crossed his arms and leaned on the second-floor railing, silently watching her.
Donovan almost didn’t recognize her. He thought of how arrogant and unruly she used to be, then compared it to the sweet and attentive way she acted now. Giselle could be both ruthlessly fierce and wildly unrestrained. Yet when she wanted to please him, she could also humble herself completely. She could shift between her facets instantaneously.
Donovan knew full well what her real motives were. He was also aware of the danger she carried beneath the surface.
Yet somehow, he was gradually losing himself. He was getting pulled deeper into this trap she had woven.
While Donovan was lost in thought, Giselle had just finished hanging up the clothes and was walking back inside. But because she had just mopped the floor, it was still wet.
Walking too fast and not paying attention, her foot suddenly slipped. A dull thud rang out as she fell hard to the floor, landing flat on her back with a yelp of pain. Snapped out of his daze, Donovan immediately rushed down the stairs.
“Ow,” Giselle cried. Her hips ached from the fall, and it looked like she had scraped her elbow too.
She lay on the floor, unable to get up for a while, moaning in pain.
Donovan strode over with a cold expression, reached down, and scooped her up in his arms without a word.
Holding her princess-style, he still managed to complain, “You’re so clumsy. You can’t even handle something as simple as this. Shame you didn’t break your neck."
Giselle punched him in the chest. “My butt hurts like hell. Hurry up and take me upstairs! Blow on it for me, too!"
“Blow on it? That’ll fix it?”
“Then give me a kiss, too,” she pouted.
Donovan was at a loss for words. Joking and bickering, he carried her upstairs into the master bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed.