Chapter 5 I Can Save Our Marriage

A sharp pain shot through Greyson's arm from being pinched by Molly. His face contorted into a frown as he gasped in pain.

Even though this woman looked weak, she apparently had a lot of strength within her. One could only imagine how much she hated her husband's mistress.

Greyson shook off her hand violently.

Then he looked down and found that there was a bit of blood on his arm.

He felt a little hopeless. It seemed that his encounter with Molly today had not only ruined his camera, but also cost him a set of designer underwear. What was more, his arm was hurting because of her right now.

At this point, Greyson was deeply regretting having been entangled with her.

He didn't want to talk to this woman anymore, but Molly didn't let him go.

"What do you mean? Do you know her? Are you trying to cover up for her? Or do you think this would make a great article and you want to make the headlines tomorrow?"

Molly had already categorized Greyson as a paparazzo.

Considering that her husband was a renowned man, Molly was afraid that rumors would start about him because of Greyson.

Greyson felt a headache when she called him a paparazzo.

Although he was quite upset, he still patiently told Molly, "First of all, I am telling you that I'm not a paparazzo. Secondly, I did see that woman's face, but I don't know who she is at all. How do you expect me to know the answer to your question?"

With a serious look, Greyson stared at Molly and waited for her to give him a reply.

Molly looked at him for a while, and after a few seconds of trying to find any flaws in his words, she gave up.

His eyes seemed to be clear and serious, and there didn't seem to be any deceit in them.

'If he doesn't know the woman, then it means that she is not an actress from my husband's entertainment company.

Then I still have a chance to win my husband back.'

Molly looked down, her eyes still dazed. It was as if she was a girl who was lost.

Seeing the helplessness and sadness on her face, Greyson's heart softened.

He actually wanted to help her.

As a photographer, Greyson found the figure of the mistress incredibly charming and sexy. She seemed like a model with a great figure and a beautiful face.

Perhaps she was a young model who was just starting out with her career.

Greyson was a professional photographer of over five years, and he often took photos of famous stars.

However, Greyson was not familiar with the face of the mistress. That either meant that she wasn't an actress, or she just wasn't popular.

"Now that you know that your husband is having an affair, what are you going to do next?"

Greyson spoke very casually, but the expression on Molly's face, on the other hand, became stiff and full of pain.

She still had a headache, and she had not been feeling well for the past few days. In addition to that, considering what had happened that day, she was not in the mood to think too much.

However, that mistress had already come into her life, and if she didn't deal with this crisis, Walter would become another woman's husband soon.

She rubbed her temples wearily and said in a hoarse voice, "No matter what I do, it is none of your business."

Molly walked into the bathroom,

holding the tight red dress.

As he watched her slowly make her way into the bathroom, Greyson knew that she had no choice but to wear the red dress he had chosen for her.

While waiting, he stared in the direction of the bathroom without blinking for fear of missing the moment she came out.

He was very eager to find out what she would look like if she dressed up in red.

Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, Molly stood in front of the mirror and stared at herself. As she did so, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

They had been together for seven years, and now, he betrayed her. No one could understand her grievance.

After a few minutes, she forced herself to stop crying. Then, Molly calmly put on the tight dress.

Its bright red color was very attractive, and its style showcased her perfect figure well.

Molly looked at herself in the mirror and carefully tucked her hair behind her ear.

Although she wasn't a fan of the dress's bright red color, she had to admit that even though the dress had a simple design, it made her look more lively and beautiful than usual.

Did that mean that she should change her style to win back her husband's love?

After staying in the bathroom for a few more minutes, Molly slowly made her way back to the bedroom.

The moment she got out of the bathroom, the first thing Greyson saw was the bright red dress.

He looked at her from top to bottom. Her hair was casually scattered on either side of her shoulders, but her aura was now filled with unspeakable confidence and maturity.

She had lethargic, mature, red eyes which had a trace of unwillingness and pain.

Molly's immense beauty made Greyson's heart beat fast.

If he had a camera with him, he wouldn't have been able to keep himself from taking a photo of her.

Molly walked towards Greyson one step after the other, just as his breathing became faster and faster. He couldn't understand why his body was reacting this way.

In fact, he had no idea what he was nervous about.

Molly stopped in front of him and Greyson raised his head to look right at her. She simply gazed at him without saying anything.

After what seemed like a very long time, Molly suddenly grabbed Greyson's collar and looked him straight in the eye. "I don't care who you are. I just want to remind you of one thing. Don't report what you saw today! Otherwise, my husband and I will not let you off the hook easily. I can save my marriage, as well as my husband."

As he looked back at Molly, Greyson couldn't help but find the anger in her eyes impressive.

All of a sudden, Greyson felt very interested in how Molly would punish him if he didn't do as she said.

But before Greyson could say anything, Molly grabbed the wallet on the bedside table, took out more than three thousand dollars, and threw the money right on the bed.

"The three thousand dollars are for the clothes, and the other two hundred dollars are for your silence. You look handsome. You can make a living with your appearance, so why are you making a living out of digging out the private details of others' lives?"

Molly shot Greyson a look full of pity and shook her head.

After hearing her words,

Greyson was about to explode with anger, but the woman in front of him simply acted as if nothing had happened and swaggered out of the room. "You!"

Greyson said with shocked expression while pointing at the direction Molly went.

Greyson watched her leave, and decided not to chase after her.

He took the money on the bed, and he actually found the two hundred dollars she had given him so that he would keep his mouth shut.

'Two hundred dollars to keep my mouth shut? Is she looking down upon me?

Besides, she didn't even pay me for my camera.'

For some reason, Greyson felt curious. It seemed like there was some sort of magic that made him want to know more about her.

'Whose wife is that woman?'