Chapter 101
Natalie Watson had just finished comforting Charlotte Roberts and was heading back to her bedroom when her phone rang.
Seeing Alexander Ramirez’s name on the caller ID, she paused in surprise.
She thought, “Hadn’t he just left p>
Natalie swiped to answer, and as she brought the phone to her ear, she heard a muffled, distant voice.
“Take the ‘Starry Sky’ necklace to Camila White p>
It didn’t sound like a normal call, almost as if the phone was covered by a piece of cloth, but she could still recognize Alexander’s voice.
Her hand tightened around the phone.
“Are you sure you want to give it to Ms. White?” Aaron Lee’s voice came through the receiver as well.
“Don’t question me,” Alexander sounded impatient.
Natalie realized he hadn’t called her intentionally; he must have pocket-dialed her number without knowing. She didn’t listen any further and ended the call.
The air in the room felt stuffy, so she pushed open the window. A rush of fresh air flooded in, making her feel a little better.
As she went to wash up, Natalie suddenly felt something was off and rushed to the bathroom.
Just as she suspected, her period had started. It was always a difficult time for her, marked by severe cramps.
Natalie curled up on the sofa, wrapped tightly in a blanket, as a dull ache began to spread through her lower abdomen. She rarely took painkillers, afraid of becoming dependent on them, so she always tried to endure it if she could.
Back when they were first married, whenever she got her period, Alexander would make her a special soothing brew he’d learned about somewhere. After she drank it, he would hold her in his arms as they slept.
His body was always so warm, and being held by him would quickly chase away the chill, easing the pain in her stomach.
Alexander used to say he was her personal heater.
But six months later, her personal heater was gone.
Natalie buried her face in the blanket. She didn’t want to cry, but tears streamed down her cheeks anyway.
It seemed she was growing more sensitive to pain, so much so that even her tears felt like they were born from it.
Lying there like that, she eventually drifted off to sleep.
When Alexander returned, the bedroom was dimly lit by a soft, warm floor lamp. The window was open, and a bundled-up blanket on the sofa caught his eye, while the bed remained empty.
He walked over, bent down, and lifted a corner of the blanket. Natalie’s pale face was revealed, her brow furrowed in discomfort. She was curled on her side her arm wrapped protectively around her stomach.
Alexander stood there for a moment, whispering softly, “You’re sensitive to the cold
during your period, yet you sleep with the window open p>
He closed the window and then hurried into the bathroom.
Less than ten minutes later, Alexander emerged, showered and dressed in his
pajamas. He walked to the sofa and lifted Natalie, blanket and all, carrying her to the bed.
He slipped off his shoes, got under the covers, and pulled her into his embrace, warming her slightly chilled body.
In his arms, she stirred, nuzzling her nose against his chest as if finding a comfortable spot. Gradually, the tension in her brow began to ease.
“You’re sleeping soundly, at least,” Alexander murmured with a hint of self-mockery.
He had restrained himself for years, but now, holding her in his arms, every sensation was magnified. What kind of test was this? Fortunately, he managed to keep himself in check.
Alexander held Natalie a little tighter, tucking the blanket securely around her back before closing his eyes and slowly falling asleep.
Natalie was woken up by the heat. Still half-asleep, she instinctively tried to stick her arms and legs out from under the covers. Dıscover more novels at
But the person beside her moved, gently pulling her arm back in and tucking her leg under the blanket. A drowsy voice murmured by her ear, “If you catch a chill, your stomach will start hurting again p>
“But I’m hot she mumbled, and then her eyes flew open.
She looked down and saw an arm wrapped tightly around her from under her own, holding her close. She could feel a leg draped over hers, and the sold warmth of
chest pressed against her back, his warm breath fanning across the nape of her neck.
For a moment, Natalie thought she was still dreaming. She rubbed her eyes, but the feeling was real.
Alexander was definitely holding her from behind.
She felt a thin layer of sweat on her skin, but her stomach wasn’t hurting anymore.
She had to admit, she had slept remarkably well.
“You’re awake?” Alexander’s voice suddenly rumbled from behind her.
Natalie’s back went rigid. She didn’t dare move. “Mhm.” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Then move a little,” he said.
Her back stiffened even more. Move
a little? What did he mean by that?
Did he want to… But she was on her peria Did he have a thing for that?
Did he
When had he developed such
strange fetish? Besides, there was
no way they could do something like
that now.
“Alexander Ramirez,” Natalie declared righteously, “can you not be such a pervert p>