Breaking Mr. Cold (Giselle and Donovan) novel Chapter 763

Gideon did not leave the ward once after that. He waited for a moment when Jonathan and Ginny stepped out, then returned to Marselle's bedside.

But Marselle was in a terrible mental state. She was unable to keep anything down and didn't speak, ignoring everyone. Her presence was almost like a ghost. Gideon walked in to find Marselle asleep. She was tossing and turning, murmuring incoherently in her dreams.

Gideon grabbed some tissues to wipe away the fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. He accidentally touched her forehead and realized she was burning up. There were some antipyretics by her bed. It seemed that she had taken them already, but there was still no improvement.

"Marselle!" Seeing the pained expression on her sleeping face, Gideon tried to rouse her. "Marselle Sterling!"

But even after calling her a few times, he couldn't wake her at all. He thought of shaking her, but remembering the severe injuries to her body, he shrank his hand back, not daring to move her.

He continued to gingerly wipe the sweat from her cheeks, gentler than he had ever been, even tucking the damp strands of hair stuck to her face behind her ears. His gaze lingered on her fever-flushed face, staring despondently at her.

After knowing her for so long, it felt like it was only in this moment that he truly saw what she looked like. Frankly speaking, she was his cup of tea—delicate, fair-skinned, finely sculpted features. The kind of beauty that would have stirred his heart…

If only his heart hadn't been completely consumed with Giselle's face. His obsession with Giselle had left him unable to appreciate anyone else. It was as though no one else counted as a woman to him besides her.

Gideon gazed at Marselle lying in the hospital bed. Once a lively, pretty, carefree heiress, she was now tormented within an inch of her life thanks to him— the induced miscarriage, the fracture, the high fever, and nearly losing her ability to have children.

He finally sobered to what exactly he had done. Finally, his heart was seized with complicated feelings for Marselle.

When they first met, he'd only seen the hint of Giselle in her brows and eyes. The bold, brash streak in Marselle's personality reminded him of Giselle's, and even her name sounded like hers. And physically and psychologically speaking, he didn't find her off-putting.

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