CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: TOOK CARE OF HER ALL NIGHT

Jason Hawthorne parked the car in front of a convenience store, walked in with a sullen face to look for sanitary pads, but without any experience, he searched for a long time and couldn’t find them. A saleswoman noticed and promptly greeted him enthusiastically, "Sir, what do you need? I can help you find it."

"Sanitary pads."

Uttering these three words was quite a challenge for Jason Hawthorne. The saleswoman couldn’t help but laugh, "Sir, are you buying them for your girlfriend? How considerate! Your girlfriend must be very lucky!"

Jason: "Uh..."

"What brand does your girlfriend like?"

This question really hit him, as he hardly paid attention to Laura Quincy, and he wasn’t aware of her preferences and habits...

"Which brand is the best?"

"There are several good brands."

"Then grab a few packages of each."

"Sure, do you want the ones with wings or without wings?"

"Uh..."

Jason’s face instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot. Buying sanitary pads was this complicated? They’re not only divided into brands but also into ones with wings and without wings?

Women are just troublesome!

He thought resentfully, then said, "Grab a few packages of different brands and different types."

Upon hearing this, the saleswoman happily agreed and packed two whole bags full for him...

While paying, a couple walked in. The girl saw the sanitary pads in Jason’s hand and immediately envied them, saying to her boyfriend, "Last time I asked you to buy them for me and you refused. Look how generous this guy is, buying so many for his girlfriend..."

Jason’s lip twitched as he walked out with the bags.

Upon seeing such exaggerated large bags, Laura Quincy was slightly startled, "Why did you buy so many? One pack is enough."

Jason immediately felt annoyed, "If you don’t want them, throw them away."

Laura Quincy’s budding good impression of him vanished without a trace instantly, truly an arrogant Demon King!

Jason did not leave immediately but carried her upstairs, and it was a princess carry!

This made Laura feel unexpectedly cherished, feeling like she was... being cared for...

The first thing at home was to go to the bathroom to pad up, then she came out to find a cup of hot water on the table. She took a sip and felt nauseated, hastily put it down, and sweat poured from her forehead and body. She couldn’t help but curl up on the floor.

Jason frowned and asked, "Doesn’t drinking hot water make you feel better?"

Laura shook her head weakly, "Yes! But it doesn’t work that fast..."

"Still uncomfortable?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No need, it’s always like this, going won’t help."

During the period, Laura ran to the bathroom a few times to vomit, just throwing up all the dinner she had that night. After rinsing her mouth, she lay weak and limp on the bed.

Jason looked at her pitiful appearance, thinking he should find time to ask John sometime...

Unable to rest assured about Laura, Jason decided not to leave but to stay by her, seeing her in pain with woeful whimpers, his heart felt twisted, so he simply held her in his arms, using his big hands to rub her belly through her clothes...

Laura was past caring about shame, nestled powerlessly in Jason’s embrace, his big hands spread warmth wherever they touched, seemingly easing her pain.

It’s true they say women are water, men are fire!

Laura felt his embrace like a warm furnace, gradually warming her chilled body, his big hands were really hot...

Eventually, the pain subsided, and she fell asleep in his arms.

Jason looked down at the little woman already asleep in his arms, shaking his aching right hand, feeling complicated.

What’s going on with Laura exactly? How could she be in such pain? Did she always endure this before?

Or perhaps, was Jasper the one helping her by massaging her belly each time?

At the thought of this possibility, Jason couldn’t help but let a bit of rage leak out, unconscious to himself.

His possessiveness over the woman in his arms was growing stronger...

Not seeing her for more than a week, his longing for her had unknowingly seeped into his bones.

As for Laura, who had been troubled most of the night, she peacefully fell asleep in Jason’s arms, leaving Jason unsure whether to leave or stay...

If he left, what if her belly hurt again?

She wasn’t safe alone at home...

Thinking about this, he simply held her like that and lay down, one hand around her waist, the other on her belly, occasionally helping rub it.

Outside, the gentle moonlight softly cascaded into the room, casting a veil of mystique over the bed where the two slept, creating a beautiful and warm scene.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly, warmly illuminating the earth with soft golden rays slanting through the window and onto the bed where the entwined couple slept, coloring them with a tint of romance.

Laura let out a soft moan and turned over, wanting to stretch her limbs comfortably, but found her movement obstructed by something warm. She couldn’t help but open her sleepy eyes.

Upon seeing Jason’s handsome face close by, she instinctively covered her mouth, and her brain began to replay memories...

Last night, she attended Senior Chadwick’s birthday party, drank two beers, and soon felt unwell, leaving early only to unexpectedly run into the Demon King at the door...

Afterwards, she noticed a dull pain in her belly, as if her period was coming.

Then he also bought sanitary pads for me, and even acted as my heating pad...

A series of memories rushed into her mind as if loaded like bullets, and her face flushed crimson. Usually, whenever the pain was severe, she would rely on a heating pad, but never before had someone offered such a warm abdominal massage like last night...

That feeling was really unprecedentedly good...

They say men are like fire, and it’s true!

With him acting as my "heating pad," my stomach didn’t hurt as much, otherwise, I wouldn’t have fallen asleep so quickly.

Just thinking about it makes her feel shy...

Her heart fluttered once again...

She originally planned to maintain a superior-subordinate relationship with him, never crossing the line, but last night he was so gentle with her, even buying her sanitary pads...

Even her ex-boyfriend Jasper Hawthorne had never been this good to her, so how could her heart remain calm?

"Awake? Does your stomach still hurt?"

Jason Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, his jet-black pupils were like ink, flawless, yet possessing a mesmerizing power that drew people in.

Laura Quincy hurriedly averted her eyes, hastily trying to get out of bed, but ended up falling again due to a numb leg. Jason Hawthorne caught her with a long arm, pulling her into his embrace, warm breath brushing against her ear, "Careful."

Boom—

Laura Quincy’s cheeks flushed a rosy red; is this still The Demon King?

How come it doesn’t feel like him?

Jason Hawthorne gentlemanly helped her up, and as soon as she was out of his arms, Laura dashed into the bathroom. Looking at her flushed, ear-tips-red face in the mirror, she couldn’t help but harshly criticize herself, feeling so useless! If he just gets close, she loses the ability to think...

What should I do?

Laura Quincy anxiously held her head, not knowing what else to do, and with a long sigh, picked up her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth...

After washing up, Laura originally planned to go straight to work, but Jason insisted on taking her out for breakfast. Unable to refuse him, she went along.

Brown sugar boiled eggs, hot soy milk, red jujube and white fungus soup...

Seeing these, Laura’s face turned as red as blood, almost blushing all the way to the back of her ears.

"These are all good for replenishing blood."

"Uh..."

Laura buried her head in her soy milk, internally wailing, he’s feeding her sweetness again first thing in the morning...

The Demon King is doing this on purpose, right?

How could she refuse him now!

Jason Hawthorne seemed quite satisfied as he urged her to finish eating, then elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, speaking leisurely, "After eating, I’ll take you to the hospital."

Laura almost spat out the white fungus soup she was drinking, coughing uncontrollably, "Ah? No need! I’m perfectly fine now; going straight to work is okay."

Jason looked at her in confusion, remembering how in pain she was last night, pale as snow, and breaking out in a cold sweat...

Better today?

"Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?"

Laura answered honestly, "It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Jason assumed she didn’t want to trouble him, furrowed his brows, and said, "You should still see a doctor; I’ll have John arrange for the best specialist to check on you."

Laura quickly waved her hand, "Really, there’s no need. This is an old issue. I’ve seen doctors and taken plenty of Chinese medicine, but there was no improvement."

Jason suddenly thought of something and asked, "Who used to massage your stomach when you had pain before?"

Laura’s face showed a trace of embarrassment, "No one, I just used a heating pad."

As she said this, her eyes were downcast, not noticing the change in Jason’s tone, and her answer made Jason quite satisfied.

Great! I’m the first!

"The lack of improvement shows that doctor wasn’t good."

"Uh..."

"It’s decided then."

With a tone that allowed no refusal, Laura bit her lip and thought, is he suddenly being this nice to me because...

Oh no! She’s starting to overthink once again...

Hospital.

John greeted his friend and Laura with a wide grin, and after hearing about her condition, his smile grew even more suggestive.

Laura felt a sense of illusion, as if everyone misunderstood something...

But why didn’t The Demon King clarify?

Jason’s brow furrowed, "What’s causing this exactly?"

John reassured his friend, "Don’t worry, I’ll have the best gynecologist at our hospital take a look at Miss Quincy. I can’t promise to cure it right away, but it should help!"

Jason glanced at his friend, "It must be cured!"

John rubbed his forehead, "Jason, you need to understand that this is menstrual pain, not some other illness, so it’s tricky..."

Jason was about to say something, but Laura interrupted, "John is right, I know my own body well; menstrual pain is a bit hereditary..."