Chapter 43 Warming Her Stomach
But this time, Chase Ye couldn't help him either.
"Could it be... that the secret recipe you gave him last time caused a problem?"
Jasper White slapped his forehead. "Maybe Clara didn't turn into a wolf?"
Chase gave a wry smile. "Maybe she was too fierce and threw Mason's hormones out of whack!"
Jasper almost spat his drink in Chase's face.
...
Mason Reed opened the balcony door and walked back into the room, meeting Clara Bennett's slightly surprised gaze.
"What's wrong?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Did you just make a call?"
"Yeah, to an old... cellmate," Mason said casually. "He wanted to borrow money from me after getting out. I told him not to contact me again."
"Oh," Clara nodded. "No wonder you were shouting so loudly; you almost brought the building down! But you did the right thing. It's best not to keep in touch with those people from the past, especially since you're a married man now. We need to focus on our future together."
Mason felt a stir in his heart.
But as she spoke, her eyes were still fixed on the computer.
The thought of Jasper White's photo on the screen made him feel very uncomfortable.
Clara had been looking at it for a while, rubbing her eyes when her stomach started to hurt again. She was looking around for painkillers when Mason strode over and snapped her laptop shut.
Clara was startled and looked at him with wide eyes. "What are you doing? I need to look at that information!"
He frowned. "What's there to look at!"
"This... this is a client. I need to familiarize myself with his lifestyle and interests, and then..."
Before she could finish, Mason gathered his pillow and blanket and carried them into the bedroom, quickly making up the other half of the bed.
Clara felt a jolt in her heart, her face flushing slightly. She asked softly, "What are you doing?"
Mason kept a stern face and forced out two words, "Sleeping."
Clara's face turned bright red, and she stood timidly at the bedroom door, nervously tugging at her clothes.
"Today... today is not a good day," she said, her voice barely audible.
Mason furrowed his brows. "What's not good?"
Clara stomped her foot in embarrassment. "That... it's not good!"
Seeing her face as red as an apple, he realized she had misunderstood his intention.
Mason reached out and pulled her over, holding her in front of him. They fell onto the bed, and he hugged her from behind. Clara stiffened as his hand moved down to her abdomen...
Just as she was about to stop him, his hand stopped and gently started to rub her stomach.
His palm was warm, and he enveloped her completely from behind, the heat easing her stomach pain.
Clara felt much better, and then she heard his deep, magnetic voice in her ear, "I know you're not up for it. I'm not doing anything else!"
Clara smiled sweetly, the warmth seeping into her heart.
"Does your stomach feel better?"
"Yeah."
"Next time it hurts badly, don't take painkillers," he said softly. "I'll warm it with my hand. It's better than medicine."
Clara nodded and snuggled into his embrace, her soft hair brushing against his Adam's apple. He felt his throat tighten, his lips going dry.
Her scent always seemed to waft into his nose, subtle yet intoxicating.
Mason bit his lip hard.
Only this pain could keep him temporarily clear-headed and rational.
Clara was unaware of the torment he was going through, only feeling the warmth enveloping her, her stomach no longer hurting, and her whole body relaxing. She smiled, thinking back to when she married Mason. She had no other choice and had gambled her future happiness on it.
She hadn't expected to win such a good husband.
But if she hadn't taken her sister's place, this warmth would have belonged to Evelyn Bennett. It should have been Evelyn lying in Mason's arms...
Thinking of this, she felt a sudden sadness.
"Mason," she said softly, "can I ask you something?"
Mason paused. "What is it?"
"If..." she turned to look at him, "if one day you found out I lied to you, or did something you couldn't accept, would you forgive me?"