Chapter 6: Winning Him Over

After getting himself dressed, Henry Jefferson scooped up Giselle Lambert and carried her to the bathroom to freshen up. Once he set her down, he leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her as she went about her morning routine. Giselle detested his gaze, the blatant possessiveness it held. Gritting her teeth around her toothbrush, she shoved Henry out and slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. This was the first time anyone had ever dared to give Henry Jefferson the cold shoulder. He took it as a mere tantrum, patiently waiting outside. After they had breakfast, Giselle stood at the window, watching Henry drive away in his sleek black Porsche Cayenne, slowly leaving the expansive grounds of the estate. On her first day of confinement, the housekeeper had taken her for a walk around the estate, and initially, Giselle hadn’t felt too oppressed. But after a week of the same routine—woken up by Henry to share breakfast, spending aimless days within the