Chapter 13
Dorian and Gisele, who were lying on the bed, looked at the door in unison.
Dorian was bare–chested and pressed down on Gisele. Her slender arms were wrapped tightly
around his firm, lean body, while her red l*ps gently brushed against his chest.
“Ah!” Gisele eximed and quickly hid behind Dorian, looking panicked as if she had been caught
doing something wrong.
Dorian pushed her away fiercely, but she had the foresight to wrap her arms around his waist,
preventing him from pushing her away.
“Are you just going to abandon me after ying with me?” Gisele’s gentle and husky voice slowly
rose.
Dorian’s and Sierra’s expressions changed simultaneously; the former darkened while thetter
blushed and turned pale alternately.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with watery waves, staring at Dorian with a pitiful look while her lower
l*p caught between her teeth.
It was a picture of such vulnerability that it would melt the heart of anyone who saw it.
Gisele released Dorian, sat up, and wiped her slender hands. Her beautiful face was flushed with a
thinyer of sweat glistening on her forehead.
After wiping the oil from her hands, Gisele rose and walked out with a detached andposed air.
“Ms. McMin, please have a seat. Thank you foring to take care of my husband.”
Though the words were quite ordinary, Gisele used an extremely ambiguous and husky tone. Just
hearing it made one’s thoughts wander.
Dorian, who had been lying on the bed, sat up abruptly. His jaw clenched, and he red at Gisele’s
back.
How dare she say such things in front of Sierra?
Sierra bit her l*p, and arge tear hung precariously from her eyshes. It seemed as if it would fall
at any moment, making her appear even more fragile.
Gisele watched Sierra weep. Despite being a woman herself and despite the rivalry between them,
she couldn’t help but admit that Sierra was indeed beautiful, a goddess worthy of admiration. 1
As Gisele was about to walk past Sierra and out of the room, arge tear silently rolled down the
latter’s ch*ek. She called out softly, “Gisele…”
Gisele turned around, puzzled. Their faces were very close together when Sierra suddenly grabbed
her hand and leaned back.
“Ah!” A cry of surprise rang out.
Dorian, who had been buttoning up his shirt on the bed, rushed over swiftly and caught Sierra in his
arms, cushioning her fall.
As Sierray in Dorian’s embrace, her head involuntarily tilted up, and her l*ps met his jaw in a
k*ss.
Gisele stumbled backward as she was pulled off bnce by Sierra’s sudden movement.
To prevent herself from falling, she instinctively grabbed the doorknob, but she twisted her ankle in
her haste.
The sharp pain from the sprain made her face pale. As her gaze fell upon the couple, who were still
embracing on the floor, her eyes felt like they had been pierced by something.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared at them in a daze.
The hero’s rescue k*ss seemed so romantic, yet why did she feel so distressed?
“Don, my foot hurts so much,” Sierra said delicately, her soft hands tightly embracing his waist.
Dorian held her gently, asking softly and patiently, “Did you sprain your ankle? Or did you hurt
yourself somewhere else?”
“Yes. I sprained it. Look, it’s swollen so badly.” Sierra spoke with a coquettish tone, two tears falling
with each word.
Tears welled up in her long eyes, turning them red. Her expression morphed into one of
vulnerability, making her resemble a pitiful white rabbit.
Gisele had no interest in watching their disy of affection.
She knew that if she didn’t escape this suffocating room immediately, she would lose control and
demand justice for the baby no one knew about.
“Gisele! Are you going to walk away after pushing someone?” Dorian stood up abruptly, reaching
out to grab her hand.
The pain in Gisele’s wrist and ankle was nothingpared to the ache in her heart.
It was a heart she had meticulously mended, threadbare and stitched with invisible scars, yet it
continued to beat with a fierce determination to live.
She defiantly looked up, her clear and bright eyes staring straight at him. “Dorian, do you think I’m a
despicable woman?”
Her voice, clear and yetced with sorrow, left him momentarily stunned.
Dorian couldn’t grasp her meaning, but his gaze remained fixed on her beautiful eyes, transfixed to
the spot.
Those eyes, which always carried a hint of mncholy, like those of a frightened fawn, would only
light up in his presence. Yet now, they seemed to be bleeding tears.
The sight made him loosen his grip slightly.
Gisele looked past him at Sierra, who was sitting on the bed, her pale face now smug, as if unting
her victory.
Gisele’s throat parched, and swallowing felt like knives scraping down her dry throat. 1
“Do I need to remind you of the consequences of crossing her?” She knew Dorian was aware of
everything, but his heart was biased. Naturally, he wasn’t in favor of someone insignificant like her.
She snatched her hand away and darted a nce at Sierra, who sat perched on the bed.
Sierra said softly, “Don, it wasn’t Ms. Meyer’s fault. It’s my own clumsiness that I twisted my ankle
while rushing to see you.”
Dorian turned anxiously to inspect her ankle, which was swollen and discolored. It indeed
looked dreadful.
“But Don, could Gisele give me a massage? She was top in her ss at school,” Sierra said, batting
her teary eyshes, her delicate face pleading.
Gisele didn’t want to watch their tender scene and turned to leave.
“Stop,” Dorianmanded.
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Gisele paused, her swollen foot hovering in the air.
Come and give Sierra a massage “DO
leaving no room for resistance.
ordered. His voice was cold. It was amand,
Gisele gently ced her swollen foot down, the pain piercing through the bone marrow, making her
instinctively take deep breaths.
Her luck seemed to worsen whenever she was involved with them.
“Maybe Gisele doesn’t want to? Let’s forget it then.” Sierra spoke considerately on her
behalf
Dorian’s breath grew heavier. Gisele took several deep breaths to steady her aching heart before
turning with a smile. “Does she need a massage?”
Hearing her distant voice and seeing her smile made Dorian frown subconsciously. He sensed
something edd.
“150 thousand dors. Pay first.” Gisele stood at the door, clearly ready to leave if they were
unwilling to pay.
Dorian stared at her coldly, a malicious smile on his l*ps. “Are you crazy for money? Are those
hands even worthy?”
“Whether they’re worthy or not isn’t for you to say, but for everyone else to judge.” Gisele
suppressed her heartache.
She then yfully said, “Perhaps it wouldn’t be worth it for you, but what about Mr. Murray? It’s a
different story entirely.
“For him, a million dors wouldn’t break a sweat, let alone a measly 150 thousand, wouldn’t you
agree?”
Bernard had proposed a hefty fee of 200 thousand dors per episode, plus a guaranteed
appearance bonus.
On top of that, there had been performance–based bonuses that could easily match the price she
had quoted Dorian, ensuring afortable retirement for the elderly veterans they were
supporting.
The exact amount of the bonuses would vary, but they would not be less than the price she had
given Dorian.
“Take your
time to decide. Let me know when you’ve made up your mind,” Gisele said, turning to leave with a
calm expression.