Chapter 697

"Bodyguard?" Gideon looked Chris up and down, letting his gaze linger before meeting those razor-sharp eyes. Something in his chest tightened. And when he saw Chris physically pulling on Giselle's arm, irritation flared. "If you're a bodyguard, learn how to conduct yourself. Why are you grabbing Ms. Holt like that? What agency trained you? Do you not understand the basic etiquette of dealing with an employer?" Chris' expression barely shifted. He lowered his head in a calculated show of submission, released Giselle's arm, and repeated calmly, "We need to leave." Giselle's emotions tangled even more. She glanced at Gideon—really looked at him—and realized he didn't appear well. His eyes seemed drained of life, and he had lost weight. His whole presence radiated weariness, like someone who had been living under a cold, gray sky for too long. But what did that have to do with her? At this stage, she knew the wisest thing she could do was nothing at all. Time would have to smooth eve