Chapter 207 A Lifetime in Costume

Chapter 207 A Lifetime in Costume

The atmosphere was getting more and more heated.

Outside the window, the night was like a piece of dark velvet, wrapping the entire city in a quiet darkness.

The two of them held each other tightly on the bed, kissing each other intently, their bodies and breathing drawing closer bit by bit, as if they were melting completely into each other's embrace.

The temperature in the bedroom kept rising, the air like slowly heated glass, making even their breathing feel hot and restless.

Her broken and suppressed breathing mixed with his heavy, rapid panting, like a suggestive and dangerous melody echoing through the room.

Right at this critical moment, Eleanor suddenly felt a cramping pain in her lower abdomen, and she vaguely realized that some warm liquid was flowing out.

Oh no!

How could her period come right at this moment?

Her face instantly burned intensely, as if her entire face was flushed with color.

Terrence's large hand was about to move toward her sensitive area below, and she instinctively reached out to grab his wrist, urgently stopping him, "No, you can't!"

Terrence's movement stopped abruptly, a flash of obvious disappointment in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll stop." He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging desire in his body, his voice hoarse and low, shaking his head, "It's okay, Eleanor, I can wait, until the day you're completely ready and willing to give yourself to me."

Only then did she realize he had misunderstood, thinking she didn't want to give herself to him anymore.

Eleanor bit her lip, embarrassed and anxious as she explained, "It's not what you think, I got my period."

After saying this, her face burned even more, her eyes avoiding his, not daring to look at him at all.

Hearing this, Terrence's face also flushed slightly. He somewhat frantically rolled off her body, grabbed the blanket nearby, and carefully covered her naked body completely.

"Sorry, I misunderstood."

He had just thought she had changed her mind.

Turns out she hadn't.

"Does it hurt?"

Eleanor nodded, "A little."

"Don't move, just wait for me in the room for a bit." After Terrence's low instruction, he quickly put on the clothes he had just taken off, one by one, his movements swift and efficient.

As he was about to leave the bedroom, Eleanor couldn't help but reach out and grab his sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"Be good, I'm going out to buy you sanitary products, you wait here for me to come back."

After explaining, Terrence gently removed her hand from his sleeve, turned and quickly walked out of the room.

Soon after, the sound of a car starting and leaving came from downstairs.

Eleanor didn't keep lying down. She sat up somewhat frantically, put on her clothes, and went to the bathroom, first using some toilet paper as a temporary pad to prevent the blood from getting directly on her underwear...

"Ugh, it hurts—"

The cramping pain in her lower abdomen came in waves, hurting so much she couldn't help but frown tightly.

The flush that had colored her face from their intimate moment quickly faded, and her complexion gradually turned pale.

Eleanor leaned against the edge of the bed, pulled the blanket over her lower abdomen, and dozed off drowsily amid waves of fatigue and pain.

After some unknown amount of time, a low and gentle voice sounded in her ear, softly calling her.

"Eleanor, wake up."

Eleanor opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Terrence's golden eyes full of concern. She opened her mouth, "You're back."

"Yeah, I bought everything." Terrence held up the bag in his hand, "I didn't know which brand you usually use, so I bought several kinds. Go to the bathroom first and pick one to change into."

Listening to his explanation, her gaze swept to the table nearby, where a large bag of various brands of sanitary products was placed.

That's way too much!

Eleanor felt a wave of warmth in her heart. She sat up from the bed, picked out a pack of overnight pads she usually used from the bag, and walked straight into the bathroom...

But when she came out of the bathroom after changing her pad, Terrence was no longer in the bedroom.

Her abdomen was hurting more and more.

Eleanor's forehead broke out in a fine layer of cold sweat. She slowly moved back to the bed, lay down slowly, curled her body into a ball, trying to ease that uncomfortable pain.

About ten minutes later.

Terrence returned to the bedroom carrying a bowl of something still steaming hot.

He saw Eleanor curled up in a small ball, her brows tightly furrowed, clearly being tortured severely by menstrual cramps.

Terrence's heart tightened. He quickly walked forward, carefully helped her sit up, held her in his arms, and gently called to her, "Eleanor, drink this before you sleep."

As soon as Eleanor opened her eyes, a bowl of steaming liquid appeared at her lips.

She asked in a hoarse voice, "What is this?"

She vaguely smelled sweetness mixed with a faint spicy scent.

Terrence lowered his voice to explain, "Ginger tea. I heard it helps when women have period pain."

So he had just gone to make her ginger tea.

"Drink it, I tested it, the temperature isn't too hot."

"Okay." Eleanor obediently drank the entire bowl of ginger tea.

Terrence placed the bowl on the nightstand nearby, his gaze never leaving her face, "Keep sleeping, I'll stay here with you."

"No, I want you to sleep with me."

Eleanor reached out with both hands, wrapping them around Terrence's solid and warm waist.

Terrence froze, "Eleanor, your body—"

"Just sleeping, what are you thinking?" Eleanor glared at him, both embarrassed and annoyed.

"I was overthinking." Terrence forced a smile and apologized in a low voice.

The two lay down together, embracing each other again.

Terrence wrapped one arm tightly around her slender waist, holding her firmly in his embrace. He lowered his voice very low, asking softly in her ear, "Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, better." Eleanor buried her face in his warm chest, comfortably closing her eyes.

After drinking the large bowl of ginger tea, that warm feeling slid down her throat and slowly spread through her body. Eleanor clearly felt the cramping pain in her lower abdomen gradually weakening.

Gradually, a steady warmth enveloped her lower abdomen.

At this moment, Terrence's other hand gently pressed on her lower abdomen, rubbing with slow and gentle pressure...

As the pain slowly dissipated, Eleanor fell peacefully asleep in his arms.

That night, although there was a small incident, the relationship between the two had clearly grown closer.

They both slept very well.

On the other side, the Wells family was having a terrible time.

Because partners kept withdrawing their investments, plus Freya's reputation was completely ruined, the stock price of Mingyang plummeted.

Kirk was furious, smashing almost everything in the house that could be smashed, cursing viciously with extremely offensive language as he smashed things.

"Bitches, you all ruined me like this..."

As his wife, Susan initially tried to say a few words, trying to calm him down, but was scared into silence by Terrence's fierce glare.

After more than twenty years of marriage, she suddenly felt as if she was truly seeing what kind of person this husband really was for the first time.

Back then, Kirk had married into her family. At that time, he had always been very gentle with her. After she gave birth to their daughter, his attitude began to change bit by bit, no longer considerate, gradually growing cold toward her...

Eventually, he started losing his temper at her and their daughter from time to time.

Kirk was really good at pretending.

He had been acting for most of his life!

"If you two hadn't been so reckless, going out of your way to provoke trouble, how would my company have gotten to the point where it can barely survive today!"

Kirk got more and more worked up as he spoke, furiously walking toward Freya who was cowering on the sofa, and yanked her up from it.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Freya's face changed dramatically, frowning as she protested, "You're hurting me..."

Before she could finish speaking.

A loud slap landed hard on her face.

The force of this slap was extremely heavy. Freya's head was knocked to the side, and a bloody taste instantly spread through her mouth. Her cheek burned with pain. She covered her numb and painful half-face, looking at her father in disbelief, "Dad, how could you hit me?"

"Why can't I hit you?"

"Ungrateful daughter!"

"This is all your fault!"

Kirk completely lost his mind. He let go of her and raised his hand to deliver a second slap.

A dull thud.

"Ah—" Freya cried out in pain.

Her whole body staggered backward from the blow, stumbling against the table nearby, knocking the cups on the table to the floor...