Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 760

Marselle caught up with Gideon at the foot of the stairs and grabbed his arm.

"Don't go! I know the minute you get back to your room, you'll lie down, pretend to sleep, and ignore me! I can't take it anymore. Just stay and chat with me. Even if it's about Giselle, that's fine. Just don't act like you're dead."

Gideon was instantly enraged when he heard Giselle's name. He yanked his arm free from Marselle's grip and hissed, "I'm exhausted right now. I don't want to talk. Don't provoke me."

But the more he resisted, the angrier Marselle became. She grabbed his clothes again. "Gideon, if you didn't want to marry me, you should've told me to abort the baby when we first found out about it! You let things drag on until I'm this far along, and now you want to run away. Is that it?"

Hearing this, Gideon's headache worsened. He had to admit that the only reason he'd kept the baby was that he wanted to get over Giselle as soon as possible.

He thought that once he had a child of his own, his heart wouldn't hurt so much. But as time passed, he realized his life hadn't improved much at all.

Gideon shook off Marselle's hand again, wanting nothing more than to go back and collapse into sleep.

"Don't go! Explain yourself!" Marselle grabbed at him a third time.

In an instant, Gideon's anger flared. All he wanted at that moment was to escape the noise and mess around him. As his anger spiked, he suddenly shoved Marselle roughly.

They'd been grappling right at the top of the stairs. The moment he pushed her, Marselle lost her balance. A piercing scream rang out as she fell onto the stairs and tumbled down step after step.

Seeing this, Gideon's heart lurched, and his mind went blank for a split second.

"No," he muttered, then bolted down the stairs.

Marselle tumbled all the way to the first floor, where she finally hit the ground hard.

As the world spun around her, she felt as if every bone in her body had shattered. A violent pain tore through her belly. She couldn't move or muster the strength to cry out. Waves of darkness washed over her.

When Gideon rushed to Marselle's side, he saw blood flowing between her legs. Panic washed over him. He crouched down quickly and tried to help Marselle sit up.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll get you to the hospital right now. You have to hold on," Gideon's voice trembled as he tumbled out unhelpful words.

"I... I... It hurts..." Marselle felt the blood under her and knew what had happened. Tears streamed down her face as she shrieked, "I want the baby, I want... It hurts so much..."

Just then, the housekeepers and the butler rushed over, their faces draining of color at the sight.

He had destroyed his flesh and blood. The sheer cruelty of that fact made him want to stab himself, to end it all.

"I'm sorry." Gideon sat by her bed and couldn't help holding her hand. He wanted to say something to atone for his mistakes, yet nothing came out. He realized that no matter what he said, it would sound ridiculous and laughable.

Meanwhile, Marselle looked as though her soul had left her body. She didn't want to look at him. She was submerged in the agony of losing her child. Her tears were a flood she couldn't stem; the weight of Gideon's remorse only caused her to unravel further.

Marselle was already five months along, not at the beginning of her pregnancy. She had endured so many days and nights, the early nausea, the discomfort, all while cherishing hopes for this child. She had even picked out a name.

Just when the baby had formed, when she could feel its heartbeat, it was gone so cruelly. The blow was so immense she couldn't summon the strength to feel pain. All that remained was endless despair and emptiness.

Gideon had never felt anything for Marselle before, but seeing her ashen face and battered body—injuries inflicted because of him—twisted his heart in torment.

He pulled a few tissues and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks with a tenderness he'd never shown before. "Focus on your recovery first. Don't think about anything else," he said hoarsely.

Hearing this, Marselle let out a bitter laugh. "Gideon, you're finally free. From now on, we both are. Go. I won't cling to you anymore. Thank you for giving me nothing but false hope."