She Becomes A Hot Sensation After A Scandalous Affair
Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 91

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There was nothing but a deafening silence in the car as they drove through the island to the hotel that Lance had already booked.

They had dinner in the hotel’s restaurant, and there was nothing but background noise from guests and hotel staff walking back and forth and chatting with each other.

Lance glanced at Madeline a few times, yet she didn’t even spare a glance for him. She was busy with her phone and ate one or two bites of her dinner.

She kept her phone screen hidden, ensuring Lance couldn’t see it.

Lance tried to peek once or twice until he got impatient and asked, "Who are you texting with?"

"It’s none of your business, Mr. Grant," Madeline replied curtly. She put her phone inside her bag and took another bite of her dinner before she put the spoon at the side. "I’m full."

"You barely eat anything. Eat more," Lance insisted.

"I don’t feel like eating anything today," Madeline said. "I just want to rest and leave as soon as possible."

Lance clenched his knife. He was frustrated by how cold this woman was.

But he quickly took a deep breath and nodded, "Alright, let’s go inside our hotel room."

Madeline followed Lance to the presidential suite hotel room that he already booked. He unlocked the door and opened it for Madeline.

Madeline entered the hotel room without thanking Lance, which made him feel even more shittier.

He had been disrespected too much by this woman.

He is Lancelot Atlas Grant, the second son of the wealthy Grant family and the CEO of Empress Entertainment. If Madeline were just a regular woman, he would’ve immediately abandoned her on this island.

Nevertheless, Lance could only suppress his anger and enter the room, following her from behind.

Madeline stared at the scenery from the window before her and put her bag on the table.

She turned to face Lance, who stood in silence, staring at her with an unreadable expression.

"Mr. Grant, why are you still here?" Madeline asked.

Lance frowned. "What do you mean? This is my room too."

"Then I don’t want it here." Madeline picked up her bag and grabbed her luggage again, ready to leave the room.

But Lance’s body blocked the way out. He looked down at her with his deep green eyes.

"You’re not going anywhere," Lance said as he waved the card key in front of Madeline and pocketed it. "This is our room, and we will stay in here for the night. Stop throwing a childish tantrum, Madeline Rose."

"Childish tantrum?!" Madeline’s eyes widened. It was hard to believe that Lance could be this tone-deaf...

At this point, she was ready to break the contract between them. Her heart had been shrouded in guilt toward Zane and resentment toward Lance.

Madeline poked at his chest with her index while yelling back at him, "You have NO right to call me childish after all the shits that you’ve thrown at me, Lance. You are the biggest manchild I’ve ever met in my life!"

Lance was, of course, angry that Madeline dared to call him a manchild.

But at the same time, he also felt a sweet tinge in his heart because Madeline finally stopped addressing him as Mr. Grant and called him by his first name instead.

It was a strange sensation, even stranger, when this sweetness mixed with the growing frustration in his heart.

"How am I the manchild when you’ve been giving me a silent treatment the whole time?" Lance asked. "You’re so busy with your phone. Are you texting that bastard while you’re still staying with me?!"

"First, I don’t have his phone number, but I wish I have because I want to fix this fuckery you did!" Madeline yelled. "Second, I am texting my little brother because I left my fifteen-year-old brother alone for more than a week while getting myself tricked by a scum like you to join that rigged reality show!"

Lance regretted that he brought the topic of Zane into the conversation. So he tried to dodge it by focusing on the reality show instead.

"Look, I’m sorry I tricked you in that reality show. But I just want your genuine, shocking reaction because it will boost your infamy," Lance explained.

"Will you boost my infamy by putting all those recording devices inside the bungalow? You’re a fucking psycho!" Madeline accused.

Lance’s gaze turned even colder because he knew their conversation would lead to Zane over and over.

"I don’t want you to fuck another man while you’re away from me," Lance said. "And you’re trying to fuck that bastard Zane Eastwood, so I have to take a preventive measure."

"Oh, believe me, Lance, I have no intention of kissing anyone, let alone sleeping with Zane when I came to this island. Because I fucking trusted you!" Madeline said. "But now that I’ve been betrayed, I wish I had fucked him that night in the honeymoon bungalow!"

"MADELINE ROSE!" Lance finally raised his voice. He was already at his wit’s end. Because no matter how soft and gentle he was towards her, she would always yell and shout at him. She even taunted him because Zane and Madeline spent a night in that honeymoon bungalow.

Even if he knew Madeline didn’t sleep with Zane, her words still stung deep in Lance’s heart.

"You’re not playing by the rules, Madeline. You are MY girlfriend! I contracted you to become mine!" Lance exclaimed. "I forbid you to get touched by another man, but here you are, flaunting that you were so close to fucking another man!"

"Oh, I am playing by your rules, alright?" Madeline said sarcastically. "I am your CONTRACTUAL girlfriend, and you treat me as such. You treat me like I’m just a mere business property you can use as a tool."

"So, I played your game perfectly. You threw me into that reality show, expecting me to fail. But I found a way to win by partnering with the right man," Madeline said. "What’s wrong with that? Do you expect me to cry after I get bullied by the other cast members right in front of the camera?!"