“Why didn’t you tell me that earlier? I’ll have Wanda prepare some nourishing soup for you.”

Rachel arched her brow, surprised at his reaction. “Are you not upset?”

Tyler smiled as he returned to his seat and smoothed out his shirt. “Ms. Lloyd, do you really think I’m a starving wolf that’ll die of hunger if I don’t swallow you whole right this minute?”

Rachel cleared her throat. “Well, not really.”

It was just that Tyler’s reaction was so unmistakable, she could even sense the change in him physically. Rachel wondered, wouldn’t men find it a torment to remain aroused without an outlet to release themselves?

His reaction had clearly betrayed what he was feeling inside.

Tyler rubbed her head affectionately, reminiscent of how he liked to rub Ray’s. “It’s not as though I haven’t seen a woman for 800 years. Quit looking at me like I’m that desperate.”

Rachel mumbled under her breath, “It’s more like you haven’t touched a woman for 800 years.”

Tyler patted the back of Rachel’s chair and reminded her darkly, “Ms. Lloyd, watch your words. You don’t want this to become a blood bath.”

His warning made Rachel shudder, the image of violence and bloodshed flashing past her mind.

A wise man knows when to retreat, and that’s exactly what Rachel did.

As Tyler started driving toward the city center, Rachel felt the discomfort in her abdomen grow. This was the first day of her period, and the emotional rollercoaster from the ordeal earlier intensified her pain.

She curled into a ball on the car seat, pressing her palms against her abdomen to relieve the pain. Resting the side of her head on the back of the car seat, she shut her eyes.

Tyler glanced at her when the car ground to a halt at a red light. He then changed his destination on his GPS and didn’t wake her up when he arrived.

Rachel had fallen asleep during the drive. When she woke up, she found the car parked in front of a supermarket, and Tyler was no longer in the driver’s seat.

She looked around before deciding to call him.

Just then, the door to the driver’s seat opened. Tyler ducked right in before stuffing a few bags in her arms.

“And this, too.”

He then pressed a hot water bottle into her hands.

Rachel could feel the warmth emanating from the bottle and looked up at Tyler in surprise. “Where did you get this from?”

It was easy to buy a hot water bottle, but where did he get the hot water inside from?

“The power of money,” Tyler said with a snap of his fingers.

Rachel fully agreed with that. She didn’t say so, but she genuinely felt surprised.

Tyler looked nothing like a thoughtful and detailed person, be it his looks or aloof and proud personality.

Rachel turned her attention to the many bags stuffed in her arms. The contents didn’t look like food to her.

“What are all these you bought?”

“Sanitary pads. I have no idea what brand you’re used to, so I grabbed one from each brand and for different purposes. Some are for day use, some are for night use, and I even got some adult diapers. Periods are such a bother.”

Tyler thought back on the dazzling array of feminine products lining the shelves in the supermarket and shuddered.

There were shelves upon shelves of sanitary pads alone, not to mention other kinds of feminine products.

Rachel lifted the bags. “Can you return them?”

“No.”

Rachel thought so. These were sanitary pads they were talking about.

“Forget it. I’ll bring these to the office tomorrow.”

Tyler looked displeased. “I went to such great lengths picking them for you, and you’re giving them to others?”