How humble Charles' love was! Only when he held Nancy would he have a sense of security.
Since Nancy was too drunk to walk on her own, Charles carried her upstairs.
"Nancy, you smell like alcohol. Have a good shower." Charles planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
"I want you to bathe me. The kids said we bathed together. Do you know how embarrassed I was? How did the kids know? We didn't let them see us. Alas, how could they be so thoughtless to say that in front of Brandy?" Somehow, Nancy felt guilty that the kids knew such things. They were too young.
"On the contrary, they are too sensible."
"They inherited it from you."
"They got your genes." Of course, Charles said this to deliberately piss Nancy.
"Well, okay, it's my genes. I gave birth to them after all. If they were not like me, I would be angry." Nancy snorted.
"Yes, the kids are a lot like you and me." They both chuckled.
When their laughter died down, Charles tucked some stubborn strands of her hair behind her ears.
"Nancy, how nice it is for us to be like this. Everything seems perfect when it's just you, me and the children. Don't you think so?"
"Yes, I like it too." As soon as she finished her words, Nancy frowned. "Help me take a shower. My belly hurts.
It hurts."
The pain she felt showed on her now pale face, and it was becoming paler as the seconds passed.
"Nancy, what's wrong?" For a moment, Charles was confused. Then he gritted his teeth when he remembered something. "Damn it! I forgot that you can't drink during your period. Did you forget about it too?"
Guilt flooded him when he realized that this was probably the reason why he felt uneasy while Nancy and Brandy were drinking.
It was not until now that he was seeing her pained expression that he remembered she just had her period last night. She shouldn't have drunk today.
For a long time, she had suffered from dysmenorrhea, and it was not easy for her to get better. But now, all her previous efforts were wasted. Did it hurt again?
He touched Nancy's belly and said, "Do you want to take painkillers? Tell me!"
"No, it's not as painful as last night. Don't be nervous. Just give me some hot water." The pain was still tolerable, so Nancy didn't bother to take any painkiller.
It was the wine that stimulated her dysmenorrhea. Nancy felt it, but she didn't show it in front of Brandy. She wanted to drink with her to let her know that she and Charles were in good terms, and that they were a happy family.
This was the way she thought of to make Brandy distance herself.
Some feelings should be hidden in one's heart, and so should Brandy's feelings for Charles.
Gratitude could not be mistaken with love.
How Nancy wished Brandy could understand her point!
She drank so much, and now she had to bear the consequences.
After putting Nancy on the bed, Charles poured some water with brown sugar for her.
Just a little while after Nancy drank it, the colors on her face slowly came back.
Needless to say, she felt better now.
"Thank you, Charles."
"Really? Aren't you just pretending?" Then he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Of course it's true. You clearly know it, but you still have to ask, bad guy."
"Then why don't you marry me? You care about me so much that you almost threw yourself in my arms in front of Brandy. Now that she is not here, why are you being distant again?"
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