Joanna Lawrence just casually mentioned it, but seeing how seriously he took it, she couldn’t help but feel a bit moved.
To think that the issue of menstrual pain was such a trivial matter in many people’s eyes.
Not even worth mentioning.
Even a lot of the time, it would be considered being dramatic.
When she was living at the Lawrence house, only Caitlin and Jeremy would care for her on those difficult days each month.
As for the others, there wouldn’t even be a single word of basic consolation.
Now, there was another person who cared for her - Ashton Heath.
Not only did she have Caitlin’s care, her brother’s care, but her husband... would also care for her.
This feeling was truly wonderful.
"Ah, Ashton Heath, you..." Joanna suddenly called out.
"If you’re feeling unwell, just lie down and rest for a while." Ashton stretched out his hand, lifting her horizontally, carrying her bridal style to the side of the bed, and gently laying her down.
"Tell me, what can I do to make you feel a little better?"
With one hand on her shoulder, the man asked with a serious expression.
"I don’t need to rest. I’m not that uncomfortable. I still have to go to the hospital to pick up Jeremy today." Joanna tried to get up but was pressed down by Ashton. His deep eyes staring down at her, his tone was somewhat overbearing, "If I say you need to rest, then you need to rest. Be obedient, don’t be stubborn with me."
"Once you’re well-rested, we’ll go to the hospital. There’s no rush now."
"Besides, if you can’t go, won’t I be there? I’m Jeremy’s brother-in-law, do you think I wouldn’t take good care of him?"
"It’s not that, I didn’t mean it that way..."
"Then just be good and listen." The man’s voice was gentle, but his tone was absolutely firm. "Your face looks so pale right now, how can I be at ease? Tell me, how did you deal with your stomach pain in the past?"
Joanna stared at him for a few seconds, realizing he wouldn’t change his mind, she reluctantly laid back down on the bed.
She really wasn’t that weak, okay?
The current level of pain didn’t even require bed rest.
Ashton pinched her chin, his gaze unyielding: "Tell me."
Having no choice, Joanna casually answered: "When I had stomach pain in the past, Jeremy would make me some sweet tea and help me fill a hot water bottle to put on my stomach. Then I would feel much better."
"But now that Jeremy is in the hospital, there’s no one to take care of me like that."
Boiling sweet tea and filling a hot water bottle?
Ashton stood by the bed, lost in thought for a moment, then covered her with the blanket and stroked her head gently. "Okay, I got it. You rest for a while, I’ll go downstairs and take a look."
After saying that, he turned and left the bedroom.
Watching his departing figure, Joanna didn’t think much of it and figured he was probably going to ask someone in the kitchen to prepare some sweet tea for her.
Ashton went downstairs.
Mr. Rowan came forward and respectfully asked, "Mr. Ashton, shall I prepare breakfast?"
Ashton shook his head and headed straight for the kitchen.
Mr. Rowan followed him and saw him enter the kitchen, and was immediately astonished.
Eh, Mr. Ashton never went into the kitchen.
What was he doing here?
"Mr. Ashton, are you looking for something?" Mr. Rowan asked curiously.
A group of people in the kitchen who were busy preparing breakfast saw Ashton walking in and were all stunned. Their faces revealed expressions of both shock and surprise.