Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 844

Noreen snapped at him.

He knew she wouldn't be particularly warm to him while she was sober.

But Seth still sighed. "You're much cuter when you're drunk."

She didn't push him away or give him the cold shoulder then.

She didn't say hurtful things either.

She even wanted to kiss him.

Noreen was already feeling irritable. An inexplicable ball of anger burned in her chest with nowhere to go.

Hearing him bring up that night made her bristle like a threatened cat. She shot him a furious glare.

"If you bring up that night again, I'm going to hire a hitman to take you out!"

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Is Ms. Gilmore really going to use me and toss me aside?"

Noreen was flustered, her face burning red. She immediately denied it. "When did I use you?"

"So, you didn't get what you wanted, and now you're taking your frustration out on me?"

"You're the frustrated one!"

"Yeah, I am. So when are you going to help me out with that?"

He hadn't been with a woman in five years; of course he was frustrated.

Noreen was utterly speechless.

When it came to being shameless, she was no match for Seth.

Ultimately, all she could do was indignantly mutter, "You're crazy."

She then stomped off to the restroom.

She lingered in the restroom for a while. Only when the heat in her cheeks subsided did she get up to leave.

But the moment she stood up, a sharp, heavy cramp hit her lower abdomen.

The familiar agony made her realize her period had arrived early.

No wonder she had been so moody today—it was just the hormones.

Fortunately, she always carried a tampon in her purse, so she wasn't stranded in the stall needing a rescue.

But she hadn't expected the cramps to hit this hard.

By the time Noreen came out, Leonardo had returned.

She was already in too much pain to put up a real fight.

Maybe because it had arrived early, the pain this time was excruciating.

Seth carried her quickly out the doors and ordered the driver to head to the nearest hospital.

Noreen curled up against Seth, her face practically translucent.

The twisting agony in her lower stomach felt like a dull knife scraping against her nerves. Cold sweat plastered her bangs to her forehead.

She bit her lip hard.

Seth slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt.

Startled, Noreen flinched and tried to squirm away.

"Don't move," Seth said, his deep voice laced with an undeniable edge of tension. "Let me rub it for you."

His hand was large and incredibly warm.

Pressed flat against her lower abdomen, the heat radiating from his palm had a strangely soothing effect.

It almost felt like the pain was actually easing.