Chapter 437

"I'm sorry," Giselle said softly. "I only found out today. I completely forgot to get you a gift. What should I do? Maybe I'll make it up to you tomorrow?" Donovan had never cared much about his own birthday. But hearing the woman he loved say that still left a faint sting of disappointment. His eyes darkened for a moment, though he quickly brushed it off. He knew perfectly well what kind of woman she was. "My apologies." Giselle stroked his cheek, lowering her voice as though coaxing him. "You know me. I don't even celebrate my own birthday. We've only been married a few months. I'm still adjusting." "It's fine," Donovan murmured with a faint, amused grunt. His hand slid lazily across the smooth curve of her back. "As long as you still remember my name and know to come home when it rains, I can't ask too much of you." "Alright." Giselle caught the hint of dissatisfaction beneath his humor and simply nestled closer against him. Then she looked up. "How about this? We invite Doroth