Chapter 138

The wineglass shattered, slicing open Donovan's fingers. Blood began to bead along the cut. Everyone else in the private room who was socializing with him froze in an instant. A waiter hurriedly came over to clean up the shards of broken glass in front of him and scurried off to get a bandage to treat his wound. Donovan waved him off and tore some paper towels to wipe the blood away on his own. When the others at the table asked him what had happened, he brushed them off with a vague excuse, pretending as if nothing was wrong. However, his gaze never left the scene in the other private room. His eyes darkened, fury simmering just beneath the surface. He noticed that Giselle was still drinking with Gideon. She filled her vodka glass until it overflowed, clinked it against his before gulping it down. Eventually, the alcohol caught up to her. Giselle swayed in her chair, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy. Yet, she kept flirting with Gideon. The two of them were so close that he would