Chapter 59: Come Here, Let Me Dry Your Hair

Madison's heart ached breathlessly from Grayson's words. He thought she was dirty just because Nathan had helped her up.

Was she dirty just because Nathan had helped her up?

She looked at Grayson., "And what about the parts of you that Nora has wrapped her arms around? Surely, there are more of those."

Grayson, standing aside, merely chuckled.

"Haven't you sn't Whitney figured out who the real benefactor is between us? If Whitney you had the means to be my patron, I wouldn't touch another woman."

Suddenly, Madison lost the will to argue.

Indeed, what righshe had no rightst did she have to make demands of Grayson.?

She had forgotten their relationship was unequal.

"Leave now. I need to shower."

Grayson eyed her, his gaze locking onto her pale, bloodless face., "Are you sure you can manage?"

"I can."

Grayson nodded indifferently.

Then, hHe turned and left the bathroom.

As the door shut, tears uncontrollably began to fall from Madison's eyes.

She bit her lip hard, not making a sound.

After crying for a while and feeling slightly better, she stripped and took a shower.

She had an injury on her arm, and even though she tried to be careful, the bandage still got wet.

The wound had been aggravated when Grayson yanked her, and now the bandage was slightly stained with red.

Madison gathered her energy, quickly drying off her body.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Are you done?"

Grayson's voice came from outside.

"Yes," Madison responded.

Grayson entered, handing her a set of clothes.

"Put these on."

Madison accepted them., "Okay."

Grayson's eyes fell on the bandage on her arm, now soaked through with red.

"I'll get a nurse to change your medication," he said without looking up.

Madison mumbled a quiet "Thanks," not lifting her gaze.

Grayson shot her a glance, his expression darkening as he headed out.

By the time he returned with help, Madison had already dressed and was sitting on the bed, her hair wet and dripping.

The nurse walked in and frowned instantly.

"Don't you know you're still recovering? Why is your hair all wet?" she scolded.

Madison looked up., "I'll dry it off in a bit."

"Don't you have a hairdryer?"

The VIP suite they were in needed to be equipped with such amenities.

Madison shook her head.

She had come in a hurry, not bringing anything with her.

The nurse glanced at Grayson., "What kind of husband are you? Your wife's recovering from an infection, and you didn't even think to bring a hairdryer?"

Grayson's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face immediately became stern.

Madison wasn't sure if he was irritated by being called her husband or by the nurse's reproach.

She quickly clarified, "You're mistaken. He's not my husband."

The nurse's eyebrows knitted tighter as she turned to look at Grayson but said no more.

Throughout the medication change, Grayson stood to the side.

He had never actually seen the wound on Madison's arm.

When he had rushed over that day, she was already bandaged up, .

aAnd he hadn't been there when she ha'd had it redressed either.

It was only today that he discovered how large and deep the wound on her arm was, looking somehow more rawrawer after soaking in water.

Grayson's brow furrowed involuntarily.

"You need to be more careful when bathing," he advised. "Try to wrap up the wound with plastic wrap. Can't you protect it at all? It's deep, and you risk infection. Plus, a scar like that won't be pretty."

Madison kept silent, offering no response.

After the doctor finished and issued a few more instructions, they left.

Grayson, arms crossed, waited a moment before asking, "Does it hurt?"

Madison lifted her eyes to meet hishis;. Grayson's eyes were striking, dark, and intense.

But However, there was not a trace of empathy could be seen in them now.

His question seemed more a formality than anything.

Madison dropped her gaze, hiding the emotion in her eyes.

"It's alrightall right," she whispered.

Grayson nodded., "I'll have someone bring over a hairdryer. Anything else you need?"

Madison shook her head., "No need. I should be discharged by tomorrow."

Without further words, Grayson went to the bathroom and fetched a towel.

"Come here, let me dry your hair," he said.

Madison shook her head., "It's okay, I can do it myself."

Grayson's face instantly tightened. "Don't you understand me?"

She met his gaze, noticing the severe displeasure etched across his face.

Madison was aware that he was still irritated by that comment the nurse had made.

She didn't feel like arguing anymore, so she sat down on the stool next to him.

His touch was surprisingly gentle as he dried her hair.

Once her hair stopped dripping, he finally spoke. "Sorry if I was too rough earlier."

Although he said sorry, Madison didn't sense any real apology in his words.

Sure enough, Grayson followed up with, "But you can't blame me. Anyone would've misunderstood those pictures. Whitney You would should get it."

Madison let out a mirthless laugh. "If Grayson you haved the slightest trust in me, he you wouldn't jump to conclusions without asking."

Grayson remained noncommittal. He indeed didn't trust Madison.

She was too beautiful and seemingly without any significant influence or connections.

In their world, a woman like that was often nothing more than a plaything.

But Grayson had never treated Madison as such. Their arrangement had always been a business transaction, fair and square.

In such transactions colored by wealth and beauty, the only source of trust was the contract itself.

However, Madison kept breaking the contract, repeatedly testing his limits.

"WhitneyMadison, you shouldn't be resentful. All of this happened because you met with Mr. LincolnNathan. If you hadn't, none of this would have occurred," he admonished.

"Be more careful in the future. I'm a man who trusts only what he sees, and the word 'trust' has never been in my vocabulary."

Madison scoffed. "Then how could Grayson you so easily believe that child was yoursas his?"

With a light tap of his finger, Grayson responded, "I did the math. During the time of conception, you were rarely out of my sight. But in the end, it doesn't matter whose it is. The child won't be staying with us anyhow."

Exhausted, Madison leaned against the edge of the bed, her heart aching despite the emotionless words.

In the end, he did not believe her. But somehow, it didn't hurt as much as she had expected.

This may might be what numbness feels like.

She suddenly wondered what Grayson had gone through over the years, turning him from the charming boy he once was into the formidable man he is now.

Owen had once said that Nora was the light in Grayson's life, he seemed to be shielding his light,.

But why was he shielding his light only to cast himself into this shape.?

She was well aware, though, that Grayson wouldn't let her probe into his private affairs.

She was quite curious about Grayson.

Over the past three years, more than once, she ha'd tried to feel him out.

But each time, he dismissed her with a single sentence.

"WhitneyMadison, don't ask about things that aren't your business."

Madison gave a wry smile.

Indeed, she was nothing more than a lover. What right did she haveShe had to right to delve into his private matters.?

"Grayson," ."

Madison called out softly.

"What's up?"

Grayson arched an eyebrow at her.

Madison raised her head, her eyes still slightly red, and met his gaze.

"Do you act like this with everyone other than Nora?"