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…"
