Chapter 58: Shackles

Giselle lay restlessly on her bed, her gaze fixated on the crescent moon through the uncurtained window. Minutes or hours might have passed before Jefferson finally withdrew his hand and wiped his fingers with a wet wipe. Taking a moment to gather herself, Giselle’s stomach soon began to growl. After the long journey from Gadoloria Island and a lengthy car ride, it was now past 2 AM, and she was famished. Henry’s deep-set eyes fixed on her as he suddenly placed his freshly cleaned hand on her abdomen. Leaning in from the edge of the bed, his voice hoarse, he said, “Have a child for me.” Giselle pursed her lips, and her actions clearly conveyed her reluctance to discuss the matter. Not pushing further, Henry turned to pull a beautifully packaged box from the dresser. He opened it slowly, revealing its contents that sparkled brilliantly under the light, casting dazzling glimmers around the room. Giselle squinted for a better look but froze upon seeing what was inside—a pair of p