Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 748 - 388: Extra: Menstrual Pain 2

My heart aches so much...

When Christine Quinn saw Skyler Jones, she instinctively wanted to say this to him, but as her lips parted slightly, she realized she couldn’t say it to him.

He hated her so much, he might just wish she was dead...

She didn’t want to be criticized by him for "seeking sympathy" at the end of her life...

She would never show her vulnerability to others; after all, she was always the strong Christine Quinn!

Enduring the lingering pain after the intense agony, Christine Quinn didn’t reach for his hand but instead supported herself against the white wall beside her, slowly standing up and sighing, "I’m fine..."

Skyler Jones wouldn’t believe what Christine said because she didn’t look fine at all.

He spoke, "I’ll have the maid prepare a hot water bag for you."

Christine Quinn’s sweat-soaked brows furrowed, "Hot water bag?"

Skyler Jones turned and walked over to the bedside cabinet, dialing a set of numbers.

"Bring a hot water bag over," Skyler Jones instructed the maid on the phone.

Christine looked at Skyler incredulously.

Skyler only looked up at Christine after giving instructions to the maid, glancing at her, "Wasn’t it always like this before?"

Before...

Wait, she usually used a hot water bag every month when her period came... because she had menstrual cramps, and if she didn’t use a hot water bag on her stomach, she’d be howling in bed all day.

He apparently misunderstood her discomfort as her period coming.

Even though he misunderstood, the fact he remembered "hot water bag" surprised her a bit...

In that moment, a buried memory began to play in her mind.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

It was killing her!

Christine Quinn rolled on the bed clutching her stomach.

What sins did she commit in her last life to have such countless tribulations in this life...

Others could go to work and chat cheerfully during their period, but she had to clutch her stomach in bed and mourn all day...

Over the years, she’d gotten used to it, and a hot water bag could lessen the pain, but today’s pain seemed worse than usual; she was in such pain she didn’t even have the strength to get a hot water bag...

It’s all someone’s fault!!

Her recent excessive lifestyle led her period to arrive early this month, so she didn’t even have time to prepare a hot water bag.

And yet he wasn’t by her side now...

This morning, when she woke up, she saw a note he left on the bedside table—

"Take the day off today and rest well at home."

The dignified president granting his secretary leave wasn’t because the secretary was overworked during the day, but because she was overworked at night...

She was supposed to rest for a day at his apartment, but who knew her period would report early...

Continuing to endure such pain wasn’t an option; she had to think of a way.

Ask Hilda for help?

No, if Hilda came, she’d know her current relationship with someone... she would be too ashamed to face her.

So who should she turn to?

There didn’t seem to be anyone trustworthy left... because if she really called any usual friends over, her relationship with someone might be exposed.

Then, she could only turn to him.

Fumbling for her phone on the bedside table, she used what little strength she had left to dial the number she called the most every day...

Ring, ring—

It was his assistant who answered. "Hello, it’s me."

Assistant Daniel spoke softly, "Oh, Secretary Quinn, the president said you’re not feeling well today, so I’m handling your tasks... are you alright?"

"Dylan, can you pass the phone to the president?"

Assistant Daniel glanced at his boss, who was in a serious meeting, lowering his voice further, "The president is in a meeting right now, is it urgent?"

"Yes, it’s urgent."

"Then tell me, and once the president’s meeting is over, I’ll relay it to him for you... you know the president doesn’t like meetings being interrupted."

"I can only tell him directly... Dylan, please pass the phone to him... I beg you..."

"But..."

"If the president lays the blame, I’ll take responsibility." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Alright then, hold on a moment."

Dylan held the connected phone and walked softly to Skyler Jones, whispering something in his ear.

Skyler Jones was discussing the latest project with the company’s executives, but when he heard she wanted to talk to him, he still waved his hand, signaling Dylan he wouldn’t take the call now.

Dylan dared not defy the president’s authority and quickly and calmly stepped aside to convey Skyler Jones’s message to her.