Chapter 817: How Can You Get Better If You Don’t Drink It?

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: How Can You Get Better If You Don’t Drink It?

After mulling it over, Annabelle Linton decided to keep it a secret for now. Looking down at her blood-stained bathrobe, she said, "My period started."

Having received no response for a while, Leona Grant began to panic, fearing something was terribly wrong. At her words, he glanced at the bed. Sure enough, there were bloodstains on the sheets. His brow furrowed deeply. "How are you feeling?"

"I’m fine. Go get some rest; I’ll be out in a minute," Annabelle called out from the bathroom.

Leona’s frown deepened. Because of Annabelle, he had practically memorized everything there was to know about women’s health. He had read online that having sex right before a period would make the cramps excruciating, especially since he had tossed her around for so long.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were late?" Leona asked with concern. "Don’t touch cold water. Just clean up quickly and get back in bed."

She wondered how he knew her period was late. Annabelle froze for a moment. Taking her silence as hesitation, Leona repeated himself, his tone heavier but laced with worry. "Did you hear me? No cold water, or your cramps will get worse. Come out and get into bed right now so you don’t catch a chill."

Not daring to dawdle, she quickly replied, "I’ll be right out."

A moment later, she heard the bedroom door open and close as he left. Unsure of what he was off to do, Annabelle hurriedly cleaned herself up. She retrieved some hormonal and herbal supplements from the medicine cabinet, taking a quick dose. They were meant to stop bleeding and replenish blood loss. If she actually was pregnant, this might just save the pregnancy.

Annabelle had just finished taking the medicine and was in the middle of changing the bedsheets when Leona returned, carrying a mug of hot brown sugar water. He handed her the drink, swiftly finished making the bed, and made her lie back down.

The drink was heavily sweetened, bordering on cloying. Annabelle felt averse to it the moment she saw it. After a tiny sip, she pushed it away, her stomach churning with mild nausea. Seeing her refusal, Leona knew her old habit was acting up again. She disliked sweets, and he had put a generous amount of sugar in this cup, so he wasn’t surprised she refused. In the past, getting her to drink honey water or anything similar required endless coaxing and begging.

Helplessly, Leona brought the mug closer to her lips. "Sweetheart, drink a little of this. How will you feel better if you don’t? It’s going to hurt."

Annabelle shook her head. Just looking at the dark liquid made her nauseous; she really didn’t want it.

Leona wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest. He held the cup to her lips and coaxed, "Just one sip. Just a tiny sip. Now that your time of the month is here, your cramps are going to be terrible. Even a little bit will help relieve the pain. Be good."

Annabelle took a minuscule sip but couldn’t help gagging from the nausea. She pushed his hand away and frowned. "I really don’t want to drink it."

Leona watched her with concern for a moment before taking a sip himself. Sure enough, it was sickeningly sweet. But refusing wasn’t an option. He couldn’t just indulge her stubbornness when her comfort was on the line. Finally, seeing that she truly had no appetite, he offered gently, "Then how about I make you a bowl of ginger soup? I won’t add any sugar. It’ll warm your stomach so it won’t hurt as much."

Annabelle shook her head again. "Don’t go to all that trouble. I’m exhausted. Let’s just rest."

Seeing her pale face, Leona felt a pang of heartache. Knowing she was in no mood to talk, he stayed quiet and lay down beside her. Once settled, he gently coaxed Annabelle to roll over so her back was facing him. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he rested his hand on her stomach, rubbing it in soothing, gentle circles.