A Moment in Destiny

The bed was the same big one they'd had as newlyweds, but it had been tainted by another woman. Leila's heart jerked, but at the moment, she couldn't move. It hurt too much. She curled up, and her heart ached with it. She shrank into a ball under the covers in pain, and her whole body trembled.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you hurting like this? I'm taking you to the hospital!" Vincent was terrified by her. With that, he leaned down and prepared to carry her.

"I'm not going to the hospital. It's so embarrassing!" Leila shook her head. "It'll be fine in a minute!"

Vincent frowned. He was a little overwhelmed for a moment.

Why did it hurt so much when a woman had her period? Was he not knowledgeable, or was she a special case? No one else had ever suffered like her even when giving birth, right? Seeing how sweaty her forehead was, he couldn't say anything sarcastic or reproachful for a while.

Lifting the blanket, he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Let me rub your tummy!"

"Don't touch me. It hurts!" Leila curled her tiny body, eyes closed, and struggled to bury her head under the pillow. She gasped and didn't say anything for a long time, just closed her eyes and cringed with a frown. Why did it hurt so much every time?

Vincent finally managed to get his hand under her covers. He fumbled to find her small hand and held it in his palm, transferring the warmth of his own palm to her cold fingers. She was really suffering and even her blood wasn't circulating. No wonder her hands were so cold.

It had hurt so much that Leila didn't want to hold hands with him. But his hand was big and warm and it made her crave his warmth so much.

Then Vincent's other hand went to her belly. He stroked her abdomen, rubbing it gently. Warmth passed through, Leila frowned but felt much more comfortable.

"Does it still hurt?" Vincent asked patiently when he saw her body stretch out a little. It seemed that he was extraordinarily patient today and spoke much more gently. He did not sneer at her wickedly, nor did he mock her coldly.

"It still hurts ... but it's not unbearable!" Leila closed her eyes. She was really feeling better. It was more comfortable than it had been earlier, but it still hurt so much. "Maybe it'll get better later!"

His warm palm was still pressing gently at her abdomen, a steady stream of heat penetrating her belly and soothing the tightness. "Do you suffer this much pain every time?"

"Ah!" She froze, with an embarrassing look on her face. But she answered honestly, "Yes!"

"Why does it hurt like that?"

Oh, God! Would he please stop asking her that question? It was congenital, okay? How was she supposed to know what was going on?

"Say something, I'm asking you!" Seeing that she didn't say anything, Vincent looked at Leila under the pillow with only her chin showing, then increased his tone. "Haven't you been to a doctor? Your mother didn't take you to a doctor?"

She had never told anyone, okay?

How was she supposed to tell someone about something like that?

not? Is she a woman or not?" Vincent's tone was so overbearing that it startled Leila. She pulled

have to do with my

has menstrual cramps and she doesn't even

nearly choking on her saliva. "I'm the one who hasn't told her about it. She doesn't

mother did know, but every time she ached, to comfort her, she said it would be fine after a while. And indeed it did. It would be fine in a little while. It would hurt for a while, as it did for

years?" His tone was tinged with contempt. The conflict

many years. And her mother had always been looked down upon and bullied. It could be said that she had had a hard life. It made her uncomfortable to

Mr. White, it's me who is in bad health. A lot of women have it! Maybe I'm the worse one." She pulled his hand away, "You don't have to rub it

soon as she pulled his big warm hand away, her abdomen ached again! She immediately frowned and couldn't help but grunt. It hurt so much. After leaving the heat source, her abdomen contracted again

suddenly stood up and grunted

froze, watching him walk towards the bedroom. His tall and straight figure still seemed to carry a hint of anger and indifference. In the twinkling of an eye, he disappeared into the

this time. "Oh God, just let me die!" Leila

wanted to cry, but

deal. Everything would pass. This pain was nothing. She could get through it. It was just that her heart hurt

after, there were footsteps at the door again and Vincent

him and saw him coming over with a cup and a bottle in his hand. It was a mineral water bottle, and it seemed to be hot. She was stunned when she heard Vincent say in a deep voice, "Get up and drink some water. There's no brown sugar. You can have some water first. Brown sugar will come later! There are no hand warmers.

mineral water bottle in a towel, lifted the blanket, and placed it on her abdomen. The warmth stretched her belly again and Leila was startled again. Her heart warmed up all at once. She giggled despite the pain in her

Was that moving her?

touched. Why had he suddenly become so considerate and so gentle？ She

eyes, Vincent handed over the glass of water with a cold face and

but she didn't find it abhorrent in the least. Instead, she nodded and giggled. She sat up, took the glass of water, and took a sip of the warm water. This water was so sweet. It was the sweetest water she had ever

see if you need to take herbs or western medicine!" He said

be so considerate? As fond as his gentleness was, what was he doing? Was he feeling

even drink a glass of water. How stupid you

made her heart grow even warmer. "I don't

her head. Such a gesture unconsciously carried a

him the glass

me off, aren't

"No!"

as

of pain?" She couldn't help but say. "Haven't

talk back!" As he spoke, he took her into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "If you talk back again, I will

they embarrassed her! And yet she