Chapter 73

The pill slid down her throat, but Grace barely had the strength to react. She slumped against the couch, drenched in sweat. She was exhausted. She wanted to tell Ethan that she wouldn't be able to cook for him tonight or go out to eat. But no words came out. Faint, fragmented memories flickered through her mind. Her period had always been this painfully unbearable. The only difference was that back then, she endured it alone. She would curl up on the couch and quietly wait for the pain to pass. At this moment, she could feel just how much she was sweating. Then, something cool pressed against her forehead. It was a damp tissue. Her body, weak and exhausted, instinctively leaned into the cold touch. She reached up, her fingers brushing against his hand as it wiped her face. Slowly, she nestled into his palm. Ethan held the wet tissue in his hand but didn't pull away. Her face was pale. Whenever she felt weak, she tended to cling to someone. But once she recovered, she always d