Chapter 58: Obsessions

Madison couldn't quite grasp what was wrong with him now, but she felt instinctively that Grayson was angry. Instead of approaching, she drew up to the side of the bed.

"If there's something you need to say, say it from there."

Grayson's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he quickly reached out, yanking her toward him by the wrist. Madison, already weak, stumbled against him and found herself wrapped tightly in his arms. With a swift motion, he spun her around and pressed her against the windowsill.

"Who were you seeing?" he demanded, his voice as cold as slicing ice.

The ledge dug painfully into Madison's back as she struggled reflexively.

Sensing her movements, Grayson's expression darkened further, his grip tightening. It was as if her back was being pressed against a dull blade.

"I asked you, which man did you see?"

"It hurts, Grayson!"

His scoff was chilling. "Sorry about that," he sneered, without an ounce of intent to release her.

Tears welled in Madison's eyes, and her lips trembled slightly. "Grayson, what's gotten into you?"

"Am I losing my mind, or are you just ungrateful, WhitneyMadison?"

His voice was clenched with frustration.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just had dinner lunch with Nathan. Am I not even free to share a meal with someone now?"

Everyone could see that her relationship with Nathan was nothing but innocent.

Yet, Grayson would relentlessly lose his temper over Nathan, time and again.

His association with Nora was known to be questionable, yet he never made a big deal out of parading her around in front of Madison.

With a scoff, Grayson suddenly released her.

Madison coughed violently, her body shaking with each hacked breath.

Grayson watched from the side as she struggled through the fit.

Only when she finally stopped did he speak up, his voice icy.

"Even in your condition, you insist on dining out. How important is Mr. Lin to you? Have you forgotten who you are?"

Madison felt a flush spread over her cheeks from the coughing.

She raised her slightly reddened eyes and managed a bitter smile.

"There's no need for Grayson to remind me of my role repeatedly. I'm well aware that I'm your lover," she said.

Grayson sneered. "If you're so clear about it, Whitney, then you should sort out your dealings with all those men out there. One day, you're chatting with one, and the next day, you're having lunch with another. Do you really think my patience is unlimited?"

Madison's lips trembled slightly. "I was just consulting Nathan about the termination agreement. Weren't you the one who said we could go to court?"

"Was it really just about the termination agreement?" Grayson clearly didn't believe her. His eyes still carried a chilling coolness.

"Yes, it was just about that."

Of course, they had also discussed Nathan's international lawsuit, but Madison didn't feel the need to disclose those details to Grayson.

Grayson huffed., "There are so many lawyers in this world. Why did you have to seek out Mr. Lin?"

"Because he's the only lawyer I know!" Madison laughed. "Nothing is going on between Nathan and me! Don't you trust me, Grayson?"

Grayson's laugh held a trace of disbelief. "Whether I trust you is irrelevant. What matters is what exactly you've done today, WhitneyMadison."

Madison's brow furrowed in the blink of an eye.

She didn't know what she had done. What had she done?

She had merely had a simple meal with Nathan, nothing more.

Suddenly, Madison remembered that today, when they got up from the table, she had felt dizzy for a moment, and Nathan had steadied her with his hand.

That was the only physical contact she had with Nathan all day.

But she didn't think for a moment that just because of that, Grayson would start doubting her relationship with Nathan.

Madison's face had turned slightly pale as she confronted Grayson. "Are you having me followed, Grayson?"

With a scoff, Grayson retorted, "Relax, WhitneyMadison, I'm not that paranoid. But starting today, maybe I should have someone keep an eye on you. Otherwise, I might may end up being the last to know I'm being cuckolded!"

Madison's lips whitened as she glared at Grayson. "What are you trying to say?"

Grayson glanced at her, took out his phone, and tossed it on the table in front of her.

"See for yourself, WhitneyMadison."

As Madison picked up the phone and opened the chat history, a photo flashed across the screen.

It was the moment Nathan had supported her, captured from a deceivingly perfect angle—as if she had nestled into Nathan's embrace on her own.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tapped on the photo, curious about the sender.

The sender turned out to be Nicholas, who had shared it in a group chat—a group filled with Grayson's fair-weather friends.

Her finger scrolled down involuntarily, and she noticed a message from Nicholas.

[Whitney Madison sure knows how to surprise folks. Behind Grayson's back, she's got something going on with another man. Grayson, are you going to keep this tramp around? Who knows, she might end up pregnant, and the baby won't even be yours.]

Madison's mind buzzed.

Trembling, she looked up at Grayson., "The photo is misleading. If you don't believe me, we can check the restaurant's surveillance. Nathan is just a friend, and as for the baby..."

Tears began to fall spontaneously.

"You're doubting the child is yours?"

Grayson's profile was icy.

He turned to face Madison with a steely gaze, his words piercing her heart like a sword.

"That's for Whitney you to answer."

Madison felt as though she could hear the sound of her heart-shattering.

With great effort, she choked through the pain, "So, are you truly doubting the child isn't yours?"

Grayson met her gaze.

"Why? Feeling guilty, Whitney?"Do you feel guilty?"

Madison cried incessantly, not knowing how much time had passed before she finally managed to speak. "Grayson, there has been no other man but you."

Grayson's expression finally eased a bit.

"That's a relief. I hope Whitney you keeps it up."

Madison fought back tears and managed a smile., "She I will, Grayson. Is there anything else on your mind? If not, you can leave. I'd like to rest."

"Actually, there is one more thing."

Madison took a deep breath, her fingers digging into her palms to keep her voice steady, "What is it, Grayson? Just say it."

Grayson glanced at Madison before pulling her into the bathroom.

The hot shower cascaded down.

Madison was caught off guard.

But Grayson just stood there watching.

"Please wash off wherever that man touched you, WhitneyMadison!"