As Grayson looked at Lena's increasingly blurry eyes, a wave of irritation rose in his heart. Suddenly, his hand reached out and grabbed Lena's skirt, lifting it up, feeling her round buttocks. Lena couldn't help but tremble all over as Grayson then picked her up and threw her onto the big bed in the bedroom.
Bending down slowly, Grayson approached... getting closer and closer... without the expected kiss, Lena opened her eyes and looked at Grayson. He stared coldly at her, his eyes filled with perennial gloom.
Lena's body shivered, feeling lost. The anger in Grayson's eyes seemed ready to burst out. "Lena, after four years, you truly impress me!" Grayson's voice was extremely restrained, as if forcefully containing his inner anger. "I didn't..." Lena didn't know how to explain, fearing her words would only make things worse, so she chose to stay silent.
Lena dared not look directly at Grayson, afraid that she couldn't contain the surging heat in her body and would lose herself unintentionally. She only glanced at Grayson for three seconds before turning her head away.
Seeing Lena's lack of interest in even looking at him, Grayson couldn't hold back his anger. He picked up a cup from the bedside table and threw it to the ground with a loud crash, startling Lena who huddled on the bed, trembling.
Grayson lay down on one side, taking a deep breath. "Grayson, do you know? Ninety percent of my heart belongs to you, leaving only ten percent of my dignity in front of you." Lena's tears fell silently.
At this moment, Lena felt like she was experiencing a tumultuous emotional turmoil, alternating between intense heat and cold. She felt uncomfortable all over, her throat was hoarse, her head felt heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and her eyes were hard to keep open. She lay still on the bed, as if all her strength was only enough for breathing.
As Grayson lay there, looking out the window at the serene moonlight shining on the peaceful bedside, he ignored the hurt because of deep love, willingly tolerating it because of concern, and preferring to endure grievances rather than lose her. Even though he was hurt, he couldn't bear to leave her.
When Grayson saw Lena getting into that man's car, fearing he couldn't control himself and would hurt Lena, he chose to leave without a word.
Countless times in his dreams, he had asked over and over again, "Lena, what should I do with you?" The person he longed for was right in front of him, yet he couldn't voice his feelings, repeatedly disappointing himself.
Feeling the person beside him remained motionless for a long time, Grayson gently approached Lena. He reached his hand over her neck and pulled her gently into his arms. As soon as he touched her skin, he felt something was wrong. Lena's body was burning hot. Grayson's forehead pressed against Lena's, muttering to himself, "Lena..." repeatedly with deep affection, but Lena didn't respond at all.
"Hey, quickly call Dr. Adam!" As soon as the call connected, Grayson roared, veins popping out. The assistant, still in a daze, sat on the bed for a full two minutes before realizing the big boss was furious.
After hanging up the phone, Grayson went into the bathroom, fetched hot water, and took a towel. He gently removed Lena's clothes, as if handling a rare treasure. From her forehead to her toenails, Grayson wiped her repeatedly. Countless bowls of water were used, the towel on her forehead dried and wet again, countless times.