does it hurt

“What did you mean that Inspector is here?”
Alice had never felt embarrassed like this in her entire life.

Is he really not understanding anything?

Her face became hotter and red and she repeated it again with shyness. “My monthly inspector”

This time, Enzo heard clearly but still didn't understand what the inspector meant.

He asked Alice again, "What does it mean that the inspector is here? Did you mean the Police?

Alice: "..."

Her mouth twitched, and after seeing that Enzo really didn't understand, she could only ruin her heart and tell him in the most indirect and polite manner, "It's the inspector that visits every woman every month I didn’t bring my inspector’s pad over here. Could you please help me get some?”

When the words "hurriedly used" were spoken, Alice's blush was almost bleeding.

Even a straight steel man who has never been in love should understand what she said.

This time, Enzo did understand.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and the expression on his face became a little weird "So you just pushed me away because of that ‘inspector’ thing?"

Alice nodded “Humm, I think so”
She didn't know if it was her illusion. In the moment she nodded, she felt that the low air pressure covering Enzo dissipated a lot.

The expression on his face was not so gloomy.

It looks like it's raining and sunny.

After a few more seconds, she saw Enzo's lips rising slowly, and came out of bed and walked towards her "Well, I'll ask someone to ask, you go to bed and wait."

"No!"

Alice shook his head and didn't mean to leave the bathroom "I'll wait for you here in the bathroom, the bed could get stained”

She didn't want to get a bed of blood.

On the first day, the amount was quite large.

She will definitely stain his bed.

Enzo walked to the bathroom door and looked down at her with only her head out, frowning "Okay, as you wish….”

At downstairs.

Enzo stopped at the maid who was walking past him.

"President." The maid stopped immediately.

"Cough." Enzo covered his lips, the expression on his face looked a little uncomfortable, so he calmly said, "Do you have that thing."
Maid:"?"

That thing?

What does the President mean?

"President, you mean..." The maid with a puzzled look.

The expression on Enzo's face became more uncomfortable.

This was the first time he asked for such a thing with a woman.

But thinking that Alice was still waiting for him, he endured this uncomfortable feeling and asked, "The thing your women use every month. Your madam needs one.

He had asked Roger and Luke to prepare some daily supplies for Alice before.

There are clothes, shoes, bags, and skin care products. As for the things that women use every month, those two must not have purchased them.

The man's heart is not that thin.

Apart from working maids, he has not lived with other young women.

So his only option is to ask these maids.

The maid froze for a few seconds before realizing what he was talking about.

Suddenly, her face turned red.

She was too ashamed to look at him and responded with her head busy "Yes, I have some. President, please wait a moment, I, I will get it right away."
***
<ALICE>
I waited for ten minutes in the bathroom, and Enzo finally got what I needed and came back.

There are many maids here.

These necessities for girls are easy to find I guess with the way he could get it in a jiffy.

Enzo gave me the sanitary pad, and when I was about to collect it, he also asked "Is this brand ok? You can use it temporarily, tell me what you need, and I will immediately Let people buy it."

"This will do."

I blushed and took it. Even if this is not the brand of pads that I use, what option is there left now? This money demon husband could have the sanitary pad company under his name if I had said I don’t use that brand. Typically that’s what he could do.

However, at this time, some use is good, where to choose what brand is not the brand.

I spent almost ten minutes packing myself up, and when I came out of the bathroom again, I felt like I was alive again.

Although the lower abdomen was a little painful, I didn't have to worry about getting my blood flowing or staining anything.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I met Enzo waiting outside.

I was shocked, I know that every time I had my monthly flow, I always looked bad.

Usually, my face would be rosy and ruddy, and on these days, I am mostly pale and sick.

Enzo stared at my pale face for a few seconds, frowned and pulled me into his arms, pinched my chin. Trust what Enzo Clinton could do then he asked a little uncomfortably, "Why is your face so bad? Is it uncomfortable?"
Of course, I am indeed uncomfortable right now, but seeing the sharp and caring look on his face made me tell him the truth, "Well, my stomach hurts a little."

My dysmenorrhea is old. When I first started to menstruate, I still went to the hospital.

I have improved my health over the years, so it's less exaggerated, but I still feel uncomfortable for a day or two every month.

Especially the first one, I don't want to go out at all, just want to lie in bed for a day.

"Stomach pain?" Enzo didn't know much about these aspects of women. After all, as a steel straight man who had been single for more than 20 years, he had no chance to understand women. I don’t blame him.
But it's funny that he didn't know that women still have pain in the days of each month.
*
Alice mentioned her stomach was hurting, which he initially didn't attribute to what she called "Inspector's pain."

He asked sincerely, "Where exactly does it hurt?"

Alice paused briefly, somewhat taken aback by his question, assuming it was common knowledge.

But recalling Enzo's previous confusion, she understood his perspective.

For a man who had been single and unfamiliar with such issues, it wasn't surprising.

Looking up at him, she patiently explained, "It's related to menstrual pain. When it's that time of the month, my stomach can feel uncomfortable."

"Menstrual pain?" he clarified.

"Yes," Alice affirmed, gently touching her stomach. "Actually, I'm feeling much better now."

She spoke calmly, but he listened intently.

After she finished explaining, she noticed his serious expression. "Is it very painful?" he asked.

"It was more challenging before," Alice admitted, wanting to reassure him. "But now it's manageable. Just a bit uncomfortable."

Despite her reassurance, he still seemed concerned.

"It's really not as bad now," Alice insisted.