He was at a loss. Just what kind of woman was she?
She had clearly coveted her status as the young mistress of the Grayson family, she was so obviously in love with money, and she had so obviously been infatuated with him.
But the woman she was now?
It seemed she didn't like him anymore, and she didn't appear to have much interest in her status as a Grayson, either.
Any other woman would have used the fact that they'd slept together to cling to him for the rest of their lives. But this one?
'She thought sleeping with me was a humiliation?'
Heh… How ridiculous… She was the one who came on to him first. For three years of marriage, she had shown him nothing but adoration.
'And now? She has the nerve to *not* like me.'
'No. I won't allow that to happen. Even if I don't like her, I won't let her go.'
'She climbed into my bed. Became my woman. There's no way she can just leave so easily.'
'As long as I don't say it's over, it's never over!'
