Chapter 185: The Sixth Sense

No, Giselle refused to be like those other women—those bitter souls perpetually grieving over men. She was well aware of the sensible reasons she shouldn’t care, yet she couldn’t shake off the nagging feeling. In a quest for clarity, she shot a message to Megan, confiding about the mysterious hair she’d found. Megan’s response was crisp and to the point: “Giselle, if you have any doubts, just confront him. Trust your woman's intuition—it'll reveal the truth behind his words.” That simple message jolted Giselle awake. Her mind made up, Giselle no longer dwelled on her worries. Instead, she delighted herself with an online shopping spree, scrolling through chic boutiques on her app. Henry entered to find her lounging on the sofa, her dainty, pale feet swaying carefree. A smile flickered across her lips. But the smile on Henry's face quickly vanished as he barked towards the hallway, “What’s the secretary—dead? Doesn’t she know to turn on the heat for the lady of the house?” Gisell