Chapter 39

Giselle instinctively explained, "No, it's not that. My daughter is sick, and I need to take care of her." Reagan stayed silent, his expression sharp and unreadable. For some reason, Giselle went on, "Once she's better, I'll pick up the divorce discussion with Gavin." Reagan slowly lifted his gaze. His eyes were dark and deep, like a midsummer night—calm on the surface, but bottomless beneath. "You'll come back?" he asked. Giselle gave a faint smile. The corners of her lips curved, but there was a quiet bitterness in her face. "I have nowhere else to go. If you're still willing to offer me a place to stay, I'll come back." "Alright," Reagan said simply. Giselle glanced toward the police station and said softly, "It must have been Mr. Simmon who helped me back there. I know he probably did it for your sake, but please thank him for me anyway." Reagan gave a brief nod. He looked at her again and asked, "Want a ride?" Having gotten used to him by now, Giselle got in without h