Chapter 513

Chapter 513:
Just like on his wedding night, he could instantly recognize Candice’s traces on the bed as genuine virgin blood. Although he wished to forget, he had been furious then. Now, he was even more enraged, believing that pure Candice should have belonged to him both physically and emotionally. How could it have come to this?
Greyson vigorously wiped his hands with several napkins. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t cleanse himself. He had been drunk, and though he had no recollection, the mere thought of touching Madilyn repulsed him. He felt like he was going to throw up.
Disgusted, he wiped himself repeatedly, nearly exhausting an entire pack of napkins.
Madilyn slumped against the wall, utterly dejected. Caught red-handed, she could no longer fool Greyson. It was over.
Greyson’s anger erupted as he punched the wall and shouted, “Get out! Get out!”
Feeling Greyson’s rage nearing an uncontrollable peak, Madilyn clumsily grabbed the dress from the floor and hastily put it on. She feared for her life under Greyson’s terrifying demeanor that night.
Under his furious glare, she stumbled and scrambled toward the door.
Before leaving, Madilyn growled at Greyson’s cold, unyielding back, “Greyson, you’ll regret this!” She couldn’t bear the weight of her failure.
She refused to accept it.
She yelled, “When Candice saw us together just now, she didn’t show any anger. What does that mean? Don’t you understand? She doesn’t love you anymore! She has fallen in love with someone else. Greyson! No one loves you as much as I do! You’ll regret what you’ve done to me today!”
With a darkened face, Greyson charged forward, forcibly threw Madilyn out the door, and slammed it shut. He engaged the safety lock, sealing her out.
He entered the bathroom and turned on the tap, letting the cold water cascade over him without adjusting the temperature.
He needed to be clear-headed and composed.
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Madilyn’s words cut deep.
Indeed, even though Candice had witnessed him with another woman, there was no trace of anger in her eyes. She truly no longer loved him. Only when love fades can one remain so serene.
“Bang!” With a resounding crash, Greyson struck the glass door of the shower room with all his might.
The tempered glass instantly cracked, spidering across its surface until it shattered into countless pieces.
Cold water kept washing over Greyson’s body, chilling him to the core, both physically and mentally.
Gradually, as he cleansed himself, he began to regain his composure. Wrapped in a bathrobe, he stepped out of the bathroom, his black eyes regaining clarity.
He never regretted resorting to certain tactics to keep Candice and Milton apart. He was determined to do whatever it took to win her back, even if it meant using extreme measures. He believed no one loved her as much as he did, and he was willing to prove it to her.
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