Chapter 4 Who Is She

Blood rushed to Molly's face at once.

She didn't expect her body to be exposed in front of the strange man. Molly felt embarrassed, and she crossed her hands in front of her chest to cover her bra.

Molly was a little confused by the current situation she was in.

And it didn't help that she was still feeling quite dizzy at the moment.

Greyson stared at the shy girl in front of him, dumbfounded.

Not a shy girl, but a shy woman, to be exact.

Greyson didn't expect that she would have such a perfect figure hidden beneath her loose overcoat.

Her curvaceous body was extremely attractive, and her belly was unbelievably flat and smooth.

At that moment, Molly just stood there, the blush on her fair face comparable to an apple. Her pureness and beauty almost took Greyson's breath away.

As it turned out, a young married woman could actually be immensely beautiful.

As a photographer, Greyson carefully observed Molly's beauty. He had no intention of missing and violating this wonderful moment.

Molly noticed that he was simply observing her body without having any perverted thoughts, and that made her feel even more confused.

Not knowing what was going on in Greyson's mind, Molly snapped out of her daze and wrapped herself up with the towel that was lying on the floor.

Upon noticing her taking a few steps back vigilantly, Greyson didn't explain himself. Instead, he said with a smile, "You have a nice figure, and the set of underwear fits you well."

Molly's gaze drifted towards the other sets of underwear not far away. She recognized the brand. It was a world-famous brand, and an expensive one at that.

This brand was well known for its various elements.

However, Molly didn't care how beautiful the underwear was. After shooting Greyson a glare, she kept her distance from him. "What did you do to me?" she asked coldly.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Greyson responded with a smile, not really answering Molly's question.

The flirtatious remark made blood rush to Molly's face again.

She lowered her head to calm herself down. Then, a thought came to her mind. She remembered quarreling with this man at the end of the hotel corridor before her husband and that woman walked out of the room.

After that, she had to use him as an excuse to avoid her husband.

'Did he rape me after I passed out?'

The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

She looked up again, her eyes comparable to black pearls. With a ferocious rage in her eyes, she said, "No matter what you did, I won't be fooled! Although I don't know what photos you have taken, I will never let you get away with it if you release them!"

Her expression was impeccably serious. Greyson could tell that she would do what she said in order to protect her husband despite the fact that he had cheated on her.

Greyson thought, 'I'm a famous photographer. Do I look like paparazzi in her eyes?'

What made Greyson even more curious was this woman's attitude towards her husband.

"Your husband was with another woman, and yet you're still protecting his reputation. So what if I had sex with you? Your husband cheated on you first. He's the one at fault, so why are you so worried about him?"

Greyson appreciated her being at peace with the world, but at the same time, he hated her tolerance towards her cheating husband and her cowardice.

He could tell how this marriage was going to end, and he knew that it was destined to fail.

Molly's entire body went stiff. She turned to look at Greyson while covering her breasts tightly with her hands. She was shivering, her eyes brimming with tears. "You've never been married, have you? Anyone who is married would not give up so easily on their marriage and love. Do I need to mess my life up just because he betrayed me? If so, what's the difference between him and me? How can I keep my marriage our marriage alive then?"

In her eyes, once a marriage crumbled, one of them should endure the pain and find a way to fix it.

Of course Molly was very aggrieved. That was only natural.

But so what? They had been married for seven years. How could she just abandon her husband so easily?

She had to consider their five-year-old daughter and the unborn child in her womb. For their sake, Molly couldn't just give up.

Greyson gazed at Molly, who had a sorrowful and helpless expression.

He was a single man, so he couldn't understand the helplessness and sadness Molly was feeling.

Silence engulfed the whole room for a while. Then, Molly started sobbing softly with her back to Greyson.

He walked up to her and tried to comfort her, but he didn't know what to say.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

Greyson immediately went to open the door.

As it turned out, the person outside was the waiter he had asked to bring some clothes for Molly.

After the waiter left, Greyson went back to the room and handed the clothes to Molly. "Your clothes are still wet. You can take this and wear it instead."

Wiping the tears from the corners of eyes, Molly looked up at the dress in his hand.

The brightness of the tight red dress in front of her rendered her unable to open her eyes.

She was not used to wearing such figure-hugging dress. Additionally, she didn't like the color either.

Upon noticing that she didn't like it, Greyson shook his head helplessly. "I think your husband likes red. Am I right? In other words, your husband likes adventures and taking risks."

Greyson's words made Molly feel confused once again. Without missing a beat, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Greyson simply looked at Molly and smiled mischievously.

He approached Molly slowly and whispered to her, "You turned your back on them, so you weren't able to see that woman and find out who she was. But don't forget that I was facing them. I got a good look of what the mistress looked like."

At first, his hot and humid breath tickled Molly's ear.

But the next second, her body froze in surprise as she heard what Greyson said.

He was right.

She failed to see what the woman looked like at that time, but he was able to see her face clearly.

Molly grabbed and pinched Greyson's arm, and the sharp pain made him frown.

No matter how calm she was as a person, she still couldn't control herself when it came to that mistress.

A dull pain seized her. The only thing Molly could think of was finding that woman.

She turned her head abruptly and glared at Greyson with hatred in her eyes. "Who is she? Tell me!"