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    Vincent was about to return to his work when he noticed that Katelyn seemed ufortable.

    Her face was pale, but there were a few suspicious patches on her cheeks.

    Her eyes seemed to be filled with guilt as they flicked away from his.

    Katelyn’s cheeks were burning with embarrassment, and beneath the covers, her toes curled into the bed. How could she possibly handle such an awkward moment?

    The more embarrassed Katelyn appeared, the more Vincent’s worry and concern grew.

    “What’s going on? Are you feeling sick? I’ll call a doctor for you,” Vincent said, beginning to walk away.

    Katelyn quickly stopped him, anxiously pulling the covers higher to hide her flushed face, leaving only her eyes visible.

    The situation was incredibly difficult to exin, and even though she searched for the right words, Katelyn couldn’t find her voice. She hesitated for a moment before finally stammering, “No, it’s nothing, Mr. Adams. Could you just call a nurse for me? I need some help.”

    Vincent looked back at her, still unsure of what she meant.

    “If there’s anything you need, just tell me.”

    Katelyn shook her head, trying to gather herself.

    She forced a smile and tried to stayposed. “Please, Mr. Adams, could you just call a nurse for me?” she pleaded.

    Vincent’s confusion was evident in his eyes, but he nodded and soon returned with a nurse.

    Katelyn’s eyes lit up when she saw them, and she quickly raised her hand toward the nurse.

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    “I really need your help,” she said.

    Looking equally confused, the nurse stepped closer and asked, “What do you need?”

    Katelyn motioned for the nurse to lean in, and then covered her mouth with her hand before whispering something quietly.

    Vincent stayed calm, but he kept a careful eye on Katelyn, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

    He couldn’t hear her words from where he stood, and curiosity began to gnaw at him.

    Katelyn’s flustered reaction flickered in his eyes.

    What could she possibly need that he couldn’t handle? As he thought back to Katelyn’s flustered reactions, the realization hit him—she was probably dealing with her period.

    That would exin why she seemed so embarrassed.

    A slight smile tugged at his lips. He was a little surprised that Katelyn was so shy about something so normal.

    After hearing Katelyn’s request, the nurse shook her head with an apologetic look.

    “I just ran out of mine yesterday, but I can pick some up after my shift. If you can’t wait any longer, I think you should ask your boyfriend to buy some for you right away.”

    Katelyn had spoken quietly before to avoid being overheard, but the nurse didn’t lower her voice at all.

    As she continued speaking, she nced over at Vincent, who stood by the door, clearly under the impression that they were a couple.

    Her words were loud and clear, causing Katelyn’s cheeks to turn an even deeper shade of red.

    Katelyn quickly told the nurse, “No, you’ve got it all wrong. He is not my boyfriend. He’s my boss.”

    The nurse looked at Katelyn with a puzzled expression and asked, “Really? He’s not your boyfriend? When you fainted from the fever, he carried you straight into the hospital. We could all see how worried he was. We even joked that you two seemed like the perfect match.”

    The nurse continued talking, leaving Katelyn momentarily speechless.

    She knew Vincent had brought her to the hospital, but she hadn’t realized he had carried her in himself.

    With his hand casually in his pocket, Vincent stared at Katelyn’s embarrassed face, then turned to the nurse and asked, “What does she need? I’ll go get it.”

    The nurse answered without a moment’s pause, “She needs sanitary pads. And she probably has cramps from her period. Some ginger tea would help with the pain.”

    Vincent gave a quick nod of understanding.

    Katelyn wished she could disappear under the covers and stay hidden forever.

    Sanitary pads weren’t a big deal anymore, but the thought of Vincent buying them was unbearable. He was always soposed and serious, and imagining him picking out pads for her felt incredibly awkward.

    She couldn’t even begin to picture Vincent standing in front of a shelf at the supermarket, carefully selecting the right type and size of pads.

    The thought was so absurd that it felt impossible. Even her soon-to-be former husband, Neil, had never once bought them for her during their years of marriage.

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