I am surprised. How could he have grasped my hand without opening his eyes?
But I am even more surprised that he is going to sleep with me on one bed.
I don't behave well when I am asleep. I'll be too nervous to sleep with him here.
“Is it okay?”
I raise my head from his chest and ask.
“Shut up.” The man says lightly and holds me tighter.
He is so tough; I dare not argue with him. I can only lie in his arms quietly, listening to his breathing
gradually even.
But I can’t sleep.
I don’t feel comfortable with him holding me like that. I don’t feel sleepy at all.
After a long while, I feel a stir in my stomach, and the pain makes me frown.
And it becomes more and more painful.
I usually have pains during my period, but never as bad as this time.
Beads of sweat come out of my head. I feel so cold that I couldn’t help shivering. I struggle to get up
from the bed. I slip downstairs and drink a cup of hot water.
Then I go back upstairs.
I lie on the bed carefully, being afraid to wake Frances Louis up.
I thought drinking hot water is a guarantee to cure all diseases, but the pain in my stomach is getting
worse. I couldn't help shrinking into a ball with my arms around my body.
Cold, I still feel cold under the covers.
“What’s the matter?” Frances Louis’s voice comes from behind.
I don't know how he woke up. Is he awaken by my shivering?
I turn to Frances Louis slowly and say with difficulty, “It's all right. Go back to sleep.”
But Frances Louis gets up and looks at me frowningly, “Why do you look so pale, are you ill?”
“I am really fine.”
He can't help me even if I say I suffer from menstrual cramps. And it's better not to tell him something
that is so embarrassing and private.
The man’s face darkens down, “tell me.”
Forced by him, I could only say, “menstrual cramps, it never hurts so bad.”
“Go to the hospital.”
He says and begins to get dressed.
“No. Nobody would go to the hospital for this. That’s would be so embarrassing.” I stop him and say
feebly.
Menstrual cramps are normal for women and there's no need to make a big deal out of going to the
hospital.
“Then you want to die of pain?” The man raises his brows.
“I won’t die of pain. I'll get up and boil some brown sugar water and drink it. Maybe it'll help.”
I manage to smile at him and struggle out of bed, only to be pushed back.
“Lie on the bed.”
Frances Louis says. He gets dressed and walks out of the room.
I think he stayed in my bed because he was so tired and sleepy. Now he wakes up. he must think I am
dirty, so now he goes back to his own room.
I'm not surprised that a man like him would behave like this.
I wrap myself in the quilt and drift off to sleep.
“Get up.”
In a daze, I seem to hear the voice of Frances Louis.
It feels like a dream.
What’s wrong with me? Why I dream about him?
Someone pats me on the shoulder, “Jane Noyes, get up.”
Then I realize I am not dreaming. I open my eyes with difficulty, and see the cold and handsome face of
Frances Louis.
He holds a cup of reddish-brown water in his hand.
Brown sugar water?
“Drink it.” Frances Louis gives me the water and turns his face away in embarrassment.
The proud President Louis would bowl sugar water for me, no wonder he feels embarrassed.
“Thank you.” I look at him thankfully and drink a gulp of brown sugar water.
That’s so spicy!
“So spicy! Did you put chili just for poisoning me?” I cough and choke, rolling my eyes to Frances
Louis.
“Ginger dispels coldness.” He says coldly.
“How many gingers did you put?” I ask.
I really want to know how much ginger he puts in to make my throat so hot.
He hesitates for a moment, then says, “All gingers in the kitchen.”
“Frances Louis, are you stupid? How could you be worse than Andrew Malan. Even he knows how
much ginger to use.” I say with disdain.
However, I still feel warm in my heart. Frances Louis, who usually does not go into the kitchen, is now
willing to boil brown sugar water for me. Somehow, my heartstrings are touched.
I immerse myself in this warmth. Suddenly, the cup in my hand is snatched and smashed on the floor.
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