Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 129

Emily had a menstrual disorder. If she drank cold water, she would have an amenorrhea. Her next period would last for two months or three months. It was very serious. It might be because she often ate ice cream during her period.

Every time she was in her period and didn't feel well, Eliot asked the doctor to give her an analgesic. Thus, she hadn't suffered from the pain.

This time, Emily was squatting on the ground. Her face twisted in pain slightly. She almost forgot how painful it was....

When Rex returned with two large bags of tampons, Emily was wasn't in her room.

Rex walked to the study room and didn't see Emily. Then he went to the bedroom where Vincent moved into, but Emily wasn't there either!

A guard walked out of the shadows, pointed to the bathroom, and hid again.

Rex understood the guard's meaning, knocked on the bathroom door, put down the things and left. He was curious. "Does Mr. Vincent know how to use it? No! Does the little Hulk know how to use it?'

In the bathroom.

Vincent walked over with two large bags, took out a box, opened it, and put it in his hand to study.

Emily was in the wooden bucket and only revealed her head. Seeing this scene, she smiled.

Vincent raised his eyebrows. "Why are you so happy? Do you feel much better?"

Fortunately, he took a look. She trembled with cold and almost lay on the floor.

Emily nodded. He fed her painkillers and she was in warm water. She felt much warmer.

She stood up and stretched out her arm to get the towel.

But the towel was taken over by Vincent. He wrapped her up and toweled her dry. Then he helped her put on clothes.

As the towel fell, she was naked in front of him. His gaze was calm and frank.

Emily looked into his eyes and reached out to cover them suddenly.

Vincent smiled, pulled another dry towel to wrap her up and carried her to the bed. The heating had been turned on outside.

Rex brought in a glass of brown sugar water.

Emily had drunk this. Eliot had asked someone to cook it for her.

She took it and took a sip. It was a little hot and she hissed.

Vincent took the brown sugar water and blew on it. His eyelashes were very long. When he lowered his head, his eyelashes cast a shadow on the water. His lips were very thin. Emily still remembered his burning thin lips when they kissed.

She licked her lips.

After it was not that hot, Vincent handed it to her. She drank it all in one gulp.

Then she changed her clothes under the blanket, occasionally stuck her head up and commanded Vincent, "Pass that to me."

Vincent gave it to her.

Emily stuck her head up again after changing clothes. She drank the brown sugar water and stayed under the blanket for a long time, so she broke out in a sweat. She lay on the bed and looked at the watch on the table. It was twelve o'clock.

Vincent stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Then he walked out and threw back the blanket, but he did not approach her. After he warmed up, he reached out and covered Emily's belly. He pressed his palm against her belly.

Emily turned around and hugged his neck.

"Mr. Vincent, may I have a kiss?"

She turned Vincent on and his voice suddenly became a bit hoarse. "Why?"

Emily kissed his lips lightly, leaned against him and closed her eyes contentedly.

Vincent was disappointed.

Was that all?

He turned around to give her a French kiss and sucked her tongue. She breathed so heavily. He held her soft waist tightly and almost broke it.

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The next day, Emily woke up and her waist hurt badly. When she examined herself in the bathroom mirror, she found that her waist was covered with his fingerprints. The bruises on her fair skin were very eye-catching.

She thought for a while and blamed herself.

When she brushed her teeth, her lips hurt. Her lower lip was split.

She kept silent for a moment. It was still her fault.

This morning, Vincent canceled Emily's Sanda class, but she still took the class. She only trained her upper body and did not move her legs. She finished the class and left.

After Vincent changed his clothes, he came out and met Emily. Only then did Emily realize that Vincent also had split lips.

...

She felt shy and was about to leave.

Vincent chuckled and grabbed her collar, "Why are you hiding?"

He held the medicine in his hand. "Open your mouth."

Emily opened her mouth meekly. Vincent sprayed the medicine on her lower lip wound. "You will have to fast for a while."

"OK."

They walked out together. Emily heard Vincent's husky voice coming from above. "Don't be naughty. Otherwise, I will finish what I haven't done."