The pill slid down her throat, but Grace barely had the strength to react. She slumped against the couch, drenched in sweat. She was exhausted.

She wanted to tell Ethan that she wouldn't be able to cook for him tonight or go out to eat. But no words came out. Faint, fragmented memories flickered through her mind. Her period had always been this painfully unbearable.

The only difference was that back then, she endured it alone. She would curl up on the couch and quietly wait for the pain to pass.

At this moment, she could feel just how much she was sweating.

Then, something cool pressed against her forehead. It was a damp tissue. Her body, weak and exhausted, instinctively leaned into the cold touch.

She reached up, her fingers brushing against his hand as it wiped her face. Slowly, she nestled into his palm.

Ethan held the wet tissue in his hand but didn't pull away.

Her face was pale. Whenever she felt weak, she tended to cling to someone. But once she recovered, she always distanced herself again.

He slowly uncurled his fingers, his palm cupping the side of her face.

She stayed like that for five minutes, rubbing against his touch before finally retreating.

Ethan stood to turn on the air conditioning, but her hand caught his wrist. Her consciousness was slipping, and even her fingertips were damp from sweat.

He glanced down and reassured her, "I'm not leaving."

He gave her a comforting pat before Grace loosened her grip. Then, she drifted off to sleep.

Ethan closed the window, leaving only the curtains open to allow the faintest breeze in. The temperature in the room slowly dropped. He walked over to a cabinet, pulled out a blanket, and draped it over her.

down,

meeting starts

things had long since gone

"Bring my laptop inside.

put on the headset and

outside just

the overseas executives

unusually low, almost a whisper. They had to hold their breath just to hear

meeting was halfway through when

to be polite

but no one dared question it. They all pretended to

were furrowed together. Then, he heard

the hell allowed you to transfer departments? You didn't even discuss it with me first? You're really

to the manager, she would beg for his approval. Instead, she had quit without a word.

out here and

for his phone and dialed

now. You have

a moment, thinking he must have misheard. Ethan had never personally called him before-let

he was an arrogant

had nothing to

He never had to work

Ethan, ordering him to stay late.

Grace transferred departments?"

into a fist. "I

keyboard, his camera still on. The international executives on the call had a

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