Chapter 388

Giselle did not shy away from Donovan's aggressive move. Instead, she expertly responded to him. Just like that, they fell into each other. Donovan seemed unusually excited that night and went at it for a long time, perhaps due to the influence of alcohol. They made out all the way from the bathroom to the bedroom before moving to the balcony, boldly making loud noises all the way and enjoying the pleasure, not caring if the household staff could hear them. When they were done, they showered and nestled against each other in bed. They felt relaxed, their minds empty of thoughts. At that moment, the puppy that Giselle adopted sneaked through the door that was slightly ajar. It jumped onto the bed and squeezed between her arms. Donovan, a clean freak who was huge on the quality of life, never had pets. In the past, he was averse to dogs and cats, but he had since relaxed his standards after marrying Giselle. It didn't bother him that the puppy would dirty his sheets and shed. His c