A Moment in Destiny

Chapter 268 Special Treatment

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?

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

"What does this have to do with my mother?"

"Her own daughter has menstrual cramps and she doesn't even know about it. What kind of mother is she?"

"That ..." Leila was speechless, nearly choking on her saliva. "I'm the one who hasn't told her about it. She doesn't know!"

Actually, her 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 many women.

"And she let you ache for all those years?" His tone was tinged with contempt. The conflict now seemed to rise to her mother.

It made Leila's chest tighten when 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 had had a hard life. It made her uncomfortable to have people talk about her mum like that again.

"It has 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 this pain passes! It'll hurt every time. I'm used to it."

Who would have thought that as 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 and a cold sweat continued to break out on her forehead.

Vincent's eyes narrowed. Looking at her furrowed brow, he suddenly stood up and grunted coldly, "You might as well be dead!"

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

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

Her body couldn't help but twitch again. She wanted to cry, but she kept her eyes tightly closed to keep the tears from falling.

It was no big deal. Everything would pass. This pain was nothing. She could get through it. It was just that her heart hurt a little.

Not long after, there were footsteps at the door again and Vincent came back after he had left.

Leila was slightly surprised. He was back again? 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 some water first. Brown sugar will come later! There are no hand warmers. You can make do with this bottle for now!"

With that, 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 Leila was startled again. Her heart warmed up all at once. She giggled despite the pain in her abdomen. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Was that moving her?

Leila was really touched. Why had he suddenly become so considerate and so gentle？ She was so touched!

Not ignoring the tears in her eyes, Vincent handed over the glass of water with a cold face and said in a harsh tone, "Get up and drink. Don't try to play the victim with me!"

His tone was harsh, 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 drunk.

"When your period passes 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 she was drinking water.

Leila choked on the water. Oh, God! Could he not be so considerate? As fond as his gentleness was, what was he doing? Was he feeling sorry for her?

"You!" Vincent gritted his teeth, "You can't even drink a glass of water. How stupid you are!"

His harsh tone made her heart grow even warmer. "I don't need to see a doctor. I'm fine!"

"Why are you yelling about 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 it either.

"No, really!" Leila bit her lip and lowered her head, handing him the glass of water, which Vincent took. Leila couldn't help but look into Vincent's eyes again.

"You're deliberately pissing me off, aren't you?"

"No!"

"Then do as I say!"

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

"How dare you 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! Even if you're bleeding right now, I won't hesitate!"

"Ah ..." Her face flushed red. His words were so ambiguous and evil that they embarrassed her! And yet she felt no malice. At least, there was no malice in his words today.

He released her with satisfaction, and his eyes grew even deeper. "Just so you know, I'm most annoyed by nagging, especially when women nag. Do what I tell you to do!"

Leila looked at him dumbly, "Oh, I know!"

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Hearing what he said, Leila's eyes darkened and she said no more. It was just that she felt so much warmer inside. Why was it that the person who cared about her was Vincent, who tormented her? He was more attentive and gentle than even her mother!

The doorman called to say that the food had been delivered, so Vincent went downstairs. Leila was lying alone in bed.

Half an hour later, warmed by the heat of the hot water bottle, she felt better and regained her strength. Her hands and feet warmed up and it was only then that she remembered that she had not worn a sanitary napkin. So she immediately got out of bed.

When she got up, she found blood all over the covers. Oh God, it was so stained. There was blood on the quilt, on the sheets, and on her trousers. My God, it was like a war zone! For those who didn't know, they would have thought someone had been killed.

She put the quilt over the blood and thought she would wait until she came back to wash it after she had showered and changed her clothes. However, when she came back, she found that the covers and sheets were missing.

Leila immediately panicked. Even though Vincent had seen her in the worst possible state, she was even more embarrassed to think that he had taken away the sheets and covers, which were stained with her period blood. So she scurried downstairs, "Mr. White?"

Something seemed to be cooking in the kitchen downstairs. A strong smell came from it, making Leila swallow instantly. What was that smell? Was Eira back?

There was a rumbling sound from the laundry room and Leila ran that way again. She had just reached the door when she saw Vincent standing by the washing machine. The washing machine spun while he frowned and lit a cigarette.

Oh my God! It really was him who had taken away the sheets and covers!

How awkward! She was so embarrassed!

"Mr. White, I can just wash them myself!" She ran over to him with a red face.

"Your abdomen doesn't ache anymore?" Turning back to see her, Vincent frowned and took another puff of his cigarette before tossing the butt in the ashtray to the side.

"No, it doesn’t ache anymore!" If there was a crack in the floor, Leila wanted to get in and not get out.

"The chicken soup will be ready in a minute. I added red dates!" He said to himself.

"You cooked it?" Leila froze. She thought Eira had come back!

"If it wasn't for me, would that be a ghost?" He gave her a cold stare. "Go away. You don't have to worry about it here. Later I'll dry it."

Seemingly not yet recovered from the shock Vincent had given her, Leila was pulled by him into the living room. He turned on the television and tossed her the remote control, "Watch TV. I'll let you off the hook today and you don't have to work. You can be a patient in peace!"

Leila watched dumbly as Vincent, who was arrogant, walked to the kitchen and light another cigarette, smoking it and stirring the chicken soup in the casserole with a spoon in his hand. Inexplicably, she found the image so beautiful, as well as harmonious. He was tall and strong, and even standing in the kitchen, even with a spoon in his hand, he was just as imposing, different, and distinguished.

Vincent really was a shocking man!