With hurried steps and a furrowed brow, Greyson entered the mansion, ignoring the workers who greeted his arrival. He went straight to the bedroom and found Clara sitting leisurely, reading a magazine.
"What's this?" he asked loudly, instantly making his wife look up at him. "Jenna said you weren't okay! But you..."
He shook his head while his wife stood up.
"You're perfectly fine!" he said loudly, stopping in front of her. "Do you have any idea how fast I rushed here? You scared me half to death!"
"Really?" Clara smiled instead.
Greyson frowned.
"You were worried about me?" Clara stroked Greyson's chest, gazing deeply into his eyes. "That means you care about me."
"Yeah... I guess it's been like that for a while... I do care about you," Greyson admitted coldly. "But that doesn't mean you can play with me... I mean, don't make me worry just to test if I care."
She just smiled, unfazed.
