Chapter 275

Donovan didn't touch his own food. Instead, wearing plastic gloves, he sat beside her peeling shrimp one by one, dropping them into her bowl. Seeing how much weight she'd lost during her disappearance—the sharper jut of her collarbones, the way her fingers seemed to be all bone—filled him with an ache he couldn't name. When he finally took off the gloves, he reached out without thinking, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. His voice was warm. "Slow down. From now on, this is your home. You can have whatever you want to eat." Giselle paused briefly but said nothing, focusing on her meal. Only after she was about three-quarters full did she set down her cutlery, wipe her mouth, and stand. "Mr. Kane, thank you for everything today—for helping me, for hosting me. I'm safe now, full, healthy, and in one piece. I really should be going home. You should get back to your own business." With that, she turned toward the door, but before she could take a step, his tall frame blocked her pat