âLucinda, how about taking a painkiller?â
Lucinda firmly shook her head, even as her face scrunched up in pain.
âI canât, I need to breastfeed the children.
My babies need me.
If I take any medicine, it would affect them.
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âBut you canât just endure through the pain,â Nathan protested.
âIâm fine⦠Iâll just sleep it offâ¦â
Nathan sighed.
He couldnât bear to see her suffer like this, but he couldnât exactly force her to take the painkillers, either.
He hopped online and looked up ways to take care of a woman suffering from dysmenorrhea.
After honing on a reliable list of recommendations, he hurried out of the room to fetch a heating pad.
He laid it on top of Lucindaâs lower abdomen and carefully turned her on her side until she was partially on her belly.
He then proceeded to massage her hips and lower back.
Lucinda was already dizzy with pain.
Vaguely, she sensed him kneading her hips, interchanging his hands whenever one got tired.
He would pause and wring his wrist for a brief moment, but he would resume his ministrations a second later.
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Feeling sorry for him, she said, âNate, you can stop now.
Youâll tire yourself out.
Iâll feel better after a nap.
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âItâs okay,â he said, not even lifting his hand from her skin.
âIâll keep doing this until you fall asleep.
â
Well, if he insistedâ¦
Lucinda didnât say anything else.
She was too exhausted to even open her eyes.
To his credit, Nathanâs massage skills were quite impressive, and he did manage to ease her pain by a lot.
Soon, she was fast asleep.
Even then, he didnât stop.
Instead, he lay beside her, spooning her, with one arm reaching over to rub her belly.
Before long, Nathan was asleep, too.
Lucinda would stir now and then, and although neither woke up, Nathan would instinctively rub her belly whenever she moved.
The couple slept soundly until noon.
In Forden.
Ever since Hilliard interrupted her last date, Jennifer had been hiding from him.
Despite living under the same roof, their schedules never overlapped with each other, and they somehow managed to avoid running into each other in the days that followed.
This made Presley highly anxious.
She wanted to lend a helping hand to Hilliard, but she was afraid her well intentions might offend him.
That day, after lunch, Hilliard went to the hotel to retrieve his phone and wallet.