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?

she a woman or not?" Vincent's tone was so overbearing that it startled Leila. She pulled down the pillow and saw him frowning

does this have to do

she doesn't even know about it. What kind of mother is

"I'm the one who

a while. And indeed it did. It would be fine in a little

tone was

he said that about her mother. She didn't like people talking about her mother. She and her mum have been dependent on each other for so many years. And her mother had always been looked down upon and bullied. It could be said that she

nothing to do with my mother, 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 for me. It'll be all right when

abdomen ached again! She immediately frowned and couldn't help but grunt. It hurt so

brow, he suddenly stood up and

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 doorway, and Leila felt only more tightness in her chest and more pain

grunted in pain. The pain seemed to last longer this time. "Oh God, just let me die!" Leila thought to

but she kept her eyes tightly closed to

pass. This pain was nothing. She could get through it.

there were footsteps at the door

She had to look up at 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

he wrapped the mineral water bottle in a towel, lifted the blanket, and placed it on her abdomen. The warmth stretched her belly again and

Was that moving her?

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

with a cold face and said

up, took the glass of water, and took a sip of the warm water. This

this time, you go to the hospital. I'll contact a gynecologist and see if you need

be so considerate? As fond as

drink a glass

grow even warmer. "I don't need to see a doctor. I'm

yelling about pain if you're fine?" Vincent slapped Leila on her head. Such a gesture unconsciously carried a hint of tenderness and

head, handing him the glass of water,

pissing me

"No!"

do as I

you be happier if I died of pain?" She couldn't help but

lowered his head and kissed her on the lips, "If you talk back again, I will strip you naked now and

His words were so ambiguous and evil that they embarrassed her! And yet she felt no malice. At least, there was