Chapter 3 Alone In A Room

Noticing that the young couple outside the hallway weren't his acquaintances, Walter relaxed his shoulders. He turned to his lover, grabbing her waist.

She moaned at his grasp, throwing her arms around his neck. "Speaking of your wife, when are you going to divorce her? You know I can't just be your mistress all my life," she whispered, pouting.

'I also have the right to live happily,' the woman thought.

She knew for a fact that what she'd done was normally looked down upon by society, and if the world were to know, she wouldn't be respected. Her dignity would go down the drain.

However, she already lost and sacrificed so much for this relationship. If Walter wouldn't turn her into his wife, it would all be for nothing.

Molly's heart pounded at what the mistress had just said. With a shudder, she collapsed into Greyson's arms even more. It was as if her mind had just stopped functioning, but she tried to keep herself together as she waited for her husband's response.

'Would you divorce me, Walter?

Please say no,'

Molly thought as she clenched her fists.

'Divorce her?'

Walter had never thought of that before.

Although the woman was sexy and enchanting,

Molly was still his wife. They already had a five-year-old daughter, plus, she was already pregnant with another child.

Why would he abandon such a perfect family?

He knew for a fact that he'd never leave such a perfect family, but in order to calm the woman in front of him, he smiled easily. "Of course, I'll talk with her," he replied affectionately. "But you know that she's pregnant now. I'll tell her about the divorce when the time is right, okay?"

Although Molly couldn't see the expression on Walter's face,

she could tell from his voice that he adored the woman very much.

However, his answer was like a stab to her heart.

After a while, Walter and his mistress finally walked out of the room. Molly forced herself to calm down, but her heart was beating so fast that it felt as if her whole head was spinning.

She reached out to hold the railing, squeezing her eyes shut.

Tears streamed down her face.

'What the hell did I do to deserve this?' she thought. 'How can I save this marriage?'

As a sense of panic entered Molly's face, she suddenly stumbled up and chased after her husband's retreating figure, paying no attention to Greyson.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Greyson yelled out.

Molly hurried out of the hotel, but her husband was nowhere in sight. It seemed that they had already left.

She walked around the swimming pool, feeling her limbs going weak. She didn't know what to do anymore, or what her plans were in the future.

However, she knew for a fact that she wasn't going home tonight, especially not with that man in the house!

Her heart hurt so much that she could hardly breathe.

Greyson finally caught up with the woman, holding onto his camera.

"Excuse me, Miss,"

he started.

Molly turned around. She was about to open her mouth, but due to the experience she just had, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell into the swimming pool.

The piercing coldness filled her body.

Although the weather was warm and humid, it felt as if she were swimming in the Arctic Ocean. It didn't help that she was pregnant.

Greyson's eyes widened at the sight. Without another thought, he threw the camera onto the pavements before jumping directly into the pool with no hesitation.

When he finally carried her onto solid land, Molly was already unconscious.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

However, no matter how much he called her, Molly still wasn't responding.

Given the urgency of the situation, he had no choice but to bring her back to his room.

At that moment, Ashley, his assistant, was still working in his room.

The model they collaborated with for the shoot had just left, and the sexy undergarments that she modeled on were scattered all over the bed.

When she saw Greyson come back with a woman in his arms, Ashley frowned. "Didn't you go to the studio? Why did you bring a woman here?"

"I saw her in the corridor. She fell into the water, and I can't just leave her alone." He waved his hands exasperatedly. "Come and help me!"

Greyson placed Molly on the bed. Ashley set aside her work and walked up to him, face still flushed from the situation.

"It's... This is..."

Seeing the drenched woman, Ashley was in a dilemma.

"There are no clothes for her to wear," she finally said.

Greyson immediately pulled out a pair of undergarments for her. "Help her change. I'll call room service to change the bed," he ordered.

"But... these are just samples. We're going to have to return them,"

she reminded. Moreover, all these clothes were from international brands. Just the price of one underwear alone could blow off the charts.

If she really helped this woman, where would she get the money to pay the manufacturers?

Greyson didn't waste any time as he pulled out dozens of bills from his wallet. "I'll pay for her, and I'll also explain to the brand manager. Just help her now."

The frown on her face deepened. 'Greyson's never short on money, but when the hell did he decide to become Robin Hood?'

Seeing that she had no other choice, Ashley quickly followed his order.

Without another word, she carefully took a towel and wrapped it around the woman's body.

A few minutes later, the room service finally arrived to change the bedding. Once that was done, Greyson carefully carried Molly to bed.

Seeing that she was still unconscious, he didn't leave.

"Go back to the studio," he ordered. "I'll handle things here."

"She's a stranger," Ashley protested. "Why are you being so kind to her? We need these photos processed by tomorrow. Don't you remember?"

Greyson waved his hand, shooting her a sharp look. "Go back first."

"But," she started.

Greyson turned to look at her. Although his face was calm, his eyes were cold, as if daring her to say anything else.

Ashley took it as a sign to leave.

Finally, they were alone.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing the attractive woman lying in front of him.

Although she was a married woman, he couldn't help but be interested in her.

Greyson took out his phone and took several pictures of her, making sure to capture her angles perfectly.

As an internationally well-known photographer, he didn't take pictures of just 'anybody',

but he didn't know why he felt the need to take a picture of her.

After a few minutes, the woman finally shifted. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly.

Lowering his head, Greyson eyed her intently. 'What would she feel about this?' he thought.

"Um..."

She made an uncomfortable noise as she twisted over the bed.

Finally, she opened her eyes.

Her watery eyes were filled with resentment and hatred. However, there was something about them that screamed delicate and fragile, yet her steely gaze told him another story.

The afternoon glow of the sun highlighted her creamy skin perfectly, shadowing the angles of her face. She looked special. It took everything in him to not grab his phone and take more pictures of her.

"You're finally awake."

Greyson's voice sounded like a waterfall, strong yet calming.

However, it made Molly break in cold sweat.

"Where am I?" she snapped, panicking.

'Where am I?

Why is he here? Who is he?'

Her mind raced with possibilities as she glanced around the room. She needed to leave as soon as possible.

Ignoring Greyson's explanation, Molly stood up.

However, as soon as she stood, the bath towel that wrapped around her body fell. Her flimsy underwear could be seen.

Molly froze as her fingers twitched. Without another thought, she shrieked so loud that even the heavens could hear her.