She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 772

The woman strolled in without a care in the world, locking eyes with Giselle as she turned around. Seeing the messy state Giselle was in, a flicker of surprise crossed the woman's eyes, but she masked it perfectly within a fraction of a second.

Hank's eyes snapped open. The lingering heat of desire vanished, instantly replaced by sharp alertness and deep annoyance.

Acting on pure instinct, he grabbed his suit jacket off the sofa and quickly wrapped it tightly around Giselle, shielding her disheveled state from view.

Caught completely off guard, Giselle stood frozen against him. The heavy scent of his musk was still on her lips, her ears were ringing, and the color completely drained from her face.

Stiff in his arms, she peered through the gap between his arm and the jacket, looking toward the door.

A woman with a breathtaking figure was leaning casually against the doorframe. Her plunging red dress clung to her curves, complementing her long wavy hair and striking, glamorous makeup.

She didn't seem the least bit surprised by the scene in the bedroom. Her eyes trailed with amusement over Hank's clenched jaw, then dropped to the bundled-up figure in his arms. A knowing, playful smirk tugged at her red lips.

"Looks like bad timing on my end?" Her voice was dripping with honey, laced with an easy intimacy. "But you really can't blame me. You were the one who said I could drop by 'whenever.' That's why I showed up at such an inconvenient moment."

Those words drove a knife straight through Giselle's heart. A barren wasteland opened up inside her chest as she realized just how pathetic and foolish she had been.

A casual hookup.

That was the only relationship she could think of.

And to think, she had almost believed his promises. In her haze, she had actually debated telling him the truth about her pregnancy...

Her hands, which had been protectively hovering near her stomach, dropped to her sides and curled into tight fists. Her nails dug deep into her palms.

The baby felt like a cruel, twisted joke now. Tell him? No. That would only drag her and her unborn child deeper into this toxic swamp. They would just become his playthings—or worse, leverage to control her.

Hank's expression turned terrifyingly dark, radiating a suffocatingly low pressure.

He carefully pressed Giselle's head against his chest so she wouldn't look at the woman at the door. His voice was absolute ice. "Karina, get out."

The woman named Karina simply shrugged, entirely unfazed by his anger. Her smile only widened. "Why so hostile? Don't you want to deal with those guys anymore? I even brought you fresh intel. Looks like the new toy made you forget all about your old flame. Alright, I won't interrupt... carry on."

She deliberately dragged out the last two words, her eyes lingering for a split second on Giselle's trembling back, before turning on her heels and sauntering out.

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