Chapter 303 Ginger Tea
"What's wrong?" Luke suddenly noticed something was off and stopped midway, large drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"Get lost," Elsa said weakly, clutching her stomach and looking extremely uncomfortable.
Luke checked under her, noticing an unusual-colored liquid on the floor. Was she on her period?
"Isn't your period at the end of the month?" When they lived together, Luke was always more meticulous than Elsa.
Now, in the middle of the month, her sudden period could only mean a miscarriage, suicide attempt, or even the fever she had in the detention center had affected her body.
Guilt snapped Luke out of his jealousy, and he carried her to the bed.
"Where are the sanitary napkins?" he asked in a deep voice.
Elsa, feeling unwell and not wanting to move, pointed to the wardrobe with her chin.
In the lower part of the wardrobe were the sanitary napkins Elsa had stocked up. Luke took out a pack and helped her put one on.
The early period, accompanied by sudden pain, made Elsa think it was related to her recent emotional turmoil.
Luke had a fierce bite mark on his neck, but his eyes were unusually soft as he looked at her. "Where are the painkillers?"
"None," Elsa said irritably, curling up in the blanket.
"I'll go buy some." Luke straightened his wrinkled shirt and walked out.
"No need. Seeing you makes me feel worse. Just don't appear in front of me, and I'll be fine." Elsa didn't have the energy to get angry, but she always knew what to say to be effective.
Sure enough, Luke's steps paused.
He left without saying anything.
Elsa's stomach hurt so much that her earlier anger had subsided a bit. She buried her head in the blanket, thinking that if she could just fall asleep, it would be better.
Half-asleep, the doorbell rang.
Then a text from an unknown number: "The painkillers are hanging on the door. Remember to get them."
No need to ask, it was Luke. He had been blocked by her and used a new number.
Elsa slowly got up and looked through the door viewer, seeing Luke's figure walking away, looking somewhat desolate.
Of course, Luke knew the more he pursued, the more Elsa wanted to escape.
But that news, knowing it was Leo's doing, still made it hard for him to control his possessiveness, waiting at her door late at night.
Hearing Leo flirt with her on the phone, Luke couldn't suppress his jealousy and forced himself on her.
It seemed that only by marking her could he prove Elsa truly belonged to him.
But the more he did this, the more she would hate him, right? She didn't want to see him anymore.
On the way back, Luke's chest ached, and he had trouble breathing.
Only when Luke's figure entered the elevator did Elsa open the door.
A large tote bag was hanging on the doorknob. Elsa brought it inside and opened it on the coffee table.
Painkillers, heating pads, and a cup of steaming ginger tea.
"I heard ginger tea is good for menstrual pain." Luke's note was on the painkiller box.
Elsa checked the time. He had only been out for about half an hour and had done so much.
Luke was overly attentive to her matters. But they were divorced, and no matter how affectionate he was, it would only add to her psychological burden. Since they missed their chance, forcing it would only bring pain to both. Why bother?
Frowning, she downed the ginger tea in one gulp and looked at the messy sofa with a furrowed brow.
She took the painkillers, and her stomach gradually hurt less. Tossing and turning in bed, her mind was filled with Luke's abandoned puppy-like eyes and his injured right hand.
She should have been angry for being forced by him, but now she felt a bit sorry for him. Was she developing Stockholm syndrome?
Thinking about Luke, she hated herself for not being hard-hearted enough, and letting him take advantage. She shouldn't have let him in! But what if he blocked the door again? Remembering the last time he got hurt by her, she felt uneasy.
With so much on her mind, she barely slept all night and went to pick up Leo for work with two big dark circles under her eyes. She was indifferent to Leo, extremely passive, and uncooperative.
Leo wasn't annoyed, even making her an espresso and bringing it to her office.
"Don't waste your efforts on me," Elsa couldn't help but remind him.
"It might not be a waste. Didn't you have a bad night's sleep because of my call?" Leo leaned on her desk, smiling seductively.
Elsa frowned in disgust.
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