Remarriage Failed Again Today

Chapter 599: Chapter 599: What on Earth Are You Dawdling For?

Annabelle Linton felt like she wanted to die...

’Ugh, I’m not wearing anything under this bathrobe...’

’It wouldn’t matter so much that I’m naked... we’re husband and wife, after all. But the crucial thing is that I just got my period!’

Annabelle Linton could feel a constant flow of liquid coming from down there, making her wish the ground would swallow her whole.

Usually when her period came, she would just go to bed for a while, but today... ’Ugh, just give me a knife and let me die!’

Annabelle Linton used what little strength she had to resist, pushing at him with a frown. "Let go of me!"

Seeing her looking so pained and angry, Leona Grant felt a mix of heartache and exasperation.

He couldn’t help but chide her, "Annabelle Linton, I really want to crack your head open and see what’s inside! You’re in this much pain, and you’re still worried about your image? Did you really think I’d be disgusted by you?!"

"I’m not cleaned up yet, just put me down first..."

Leona Grant placed her on the bed, holding her shoulders authoritatively. "I’ll do it. Just lie down and don’t move. If you fidget again, you’ll see what I do to you!"

Lying stiffly on the bed, Annabelle Linton just wanted to die...

She wanted to lie on her stomach, but she was afraid she’d leak. But if she lay on her back, she’d have to face the blood on his bathrobe... She wanted to cry.

Annabelle Linton laid a hand over her forehead and turned her face away.

Leona Grant took out her underwear and a sanitary pad, then stood frozen, his expression darkening.

’How do you use this thing?’

’...He’d lived for over twenty years, and aside from commercials and supermarket shelves, he’d never seen one out of its wrapper...’

’His first impression... a giant band-aid?’

’Er...’

He glanced subconsciously at the bed. Annabelle Linton’s eyes were squeezed shut, her brow furrowed in pain.

He’d just forcibly brought her out here, only to realize he had no idea how to use this thing... Leona Grant couldn’t bring himself to ask.

Besides, Annabelle Linton probably didn’t have the strength to talk to him right now anyway.

A muscle in his brow twitched. He started to raise a hand to rub it, but then he remembered he was still holding the sanitary pad...

Staring at the light pink pad in his hand... he felt a pang of utter frustration.

Lying on the bed, Annabelle felt another warm gush. She didn’t dare get up for fear of angering him, but she couldn’t help but ask weakly, "What in the world are you doing over there?!"

Leona Grant snapped back to reality. Fearing she might get up, he quickly answered, "Just a second, I’m almost done!"

With that, he held his breath and stiffly got back to work.

To keep her from suddenly sitting up and seeing his struggle, Leona Grant turned his back to the bed as he worked.

His hands, with their well-defined structure, were practically perfect—long, pale fingers that were meant to hold a pen signing hundred-million-dollar contracts, hands that held the power of life and death over others. Yet at this moment...

Leona Grant’s hands were impossibly stiff.

Holding her underwear in one hand and the sanitary pad in the other... Leona Grant felt like a total pervert.

If anyone else saw him like this, his pristine reputation would be utterly destroyed...

But what could he do?

His perfectionism took over. He stuck it on, peeled it off, stuck it on again, and peeled it off again, wasting a grand total of ten pads! If it weren’t for the fact that this was the last one, he honestly would have ripped it off again. He wasn’t quite satisfied, but he made do and stuck it on for good.

It took him a long time. By the time he moved stiffly back to her side, she had already fallen asleep with a frown on her face.

Leona Grant breathed a sigh of relief.

He pulled out a large wad of tissues to wipe the blood from her legs, and while he was at it, he gently cleaned her up down there as well...

’That was a lot of blood...’

Leona Grant looked at her with concern. ’Will she be okay, losing this much blood...?’

’But the internet search he did earlier said it was normal...’

He threw the bloody tissues into the trash can, then went into the bathroom. He came back out with a damp towel and gently wiped her down again.

In fact, there was one thing Leona Grant hadn’t even realized himself.

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