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?

was so overbearing that it startled Leila. She pulled down the pillow and saw him frowning at

have to do with

even

"I'm the one who

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

was tinged with

And her mother had always

the worse one." She pulled his hand

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 and a cold

furrowed brow, he suddenly stood up and grunted coldly, "You might as well be

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

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

help but twitch again. She wanted to cry, but

was no big deal. Everything would pass. This pain was nothing. She could get through it. It was

footsteps at the door again and Vincent came back after he

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.

the 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.

Was that moving her?

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

Vincent handed over the glass of water with a cold face and said in a

sat up, took the glass of water, and took a sip of the warm water. This water was so sweet. It was the

this time, you go to the hospital. I'll contact a gynecologist and see if you need to take herbs or western medicine!" He said in a deep voice while

As fond as his gentleness was, what was he doing? Was he feeling sorry for

Vincent gritted his teeth, "You can't even drink a

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

pain if you're fine?" Vincent slapped Leila on her head. Such a gesture unconsciously carried a hint of tenderness and pampering, only he didn't know

glass of water, which Vincent took. Leila couldn't help but look into Vincent's eyes

deliberately pissing me off, aren't

"No!"

do as I

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

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 strip you naked now and ravage you to death!

embarrassed her! And yet she felt no malice. At least, there was no malice in