Rachel was stunned. “Must you be so calculative over sanitary pads?”

Tyler was being too overbearing in stopping her from giving out sanitary pads to her colleagues.

“I took such a long time and handpicked every single one of them. If you really can’t use them all, give them to Ray.”

Tyler slammed the car door shut, giving Rachel every reason to suspect that he was throwing a fit.

However, she didn’t have any concrete evidence.

She couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Tyler was obsessed!

She explained, “A dog menstruates when it gets into heat every six months. Also, there are just too many sanitary pads here. Even if dogs get into heat monthly, we won’t be able to finish using them. Dogs have specific sanitary pads. These are for women. How…”

However, a man like Tyler naturally didn’t understand. “They’re all for menstruation. What’s the difference?”

“These pads are for women. Ray’s a dog.”

Rachel didn’t know how to begin explaining things to Tyler. As she spoke, she gestured her hands wildly in the air.

“Okay, look. Let me tell you how sanitary pads for dogs work…”

At that moment, Rachel felt as though her brain was going to stall.

Tyler leaned an elbow on the window, looking leisurely at Rachel as she demonstrated the differences between the menstruation cycles of a woman and a dog. He could tell that she was doing her best, being all animated as she described it to the best of her abilities. Her brows were furrowed, as though thinking through her next steps.

Tyler suddenly grabbed her hand mid-air.

“No need to explain any further. I know what all these are for. Pick some for yourself, and you can give the rest to other people.”

Rachel heaved a sigh of relief, feeling rather exhausted. Cajoling Tyler was a more troublesome affair than coaxing children.

Children were innocent and worlds apart from Tyler, who was too complicated for his own good.

He drove them back to his apartment.

Rachel stepped out of the car with the hot water bottle still in her hands. The pain in her abdomen had subsided.

She saw Tyler settling down on the couch, lighting a cigarette, as she made her way up the stairs. Thinking back on what Yvette said earlier, she knew that even ordinary men would mind her past, not to mention a man as outstanding as Tyler.

Rachel felt a need to talk things through with him. She glanced at the man downstairs.

“I have something to tell you.”

Tyler turned around to look at Rachel before patting the empty spot on the couch next to him.

“Can’t you say it here?”

“I can,” Rachel said after a moment’s pause.

She had wanted to lie down for a while to recover from her stomach discomfort, but now that Tyler had said so, she had no choice but to walk back down the stairs.

The moment Rachel sat down, she felt her nerves acting up.

She had been keeping the traumatic incident to herself for so long; if it weren’t for Yvette suddenly bringing this up, she thought the scar from it had long crusted over.

She finally realized that it was useless to run from the problem. As long as someone else knew this secret of hers, she couldn’t pretend it never happened.

Rather than have someone else expose her again in the future, she would rather explain things to Tyler.

Even if they weren’t a real couple, he had the right to know.

Rachel wrung her hands tightly till her fingers turned red.

She said nervously, “I admit that what Yvette said today is true. That was the year I graduated from high school. My homeroom teacher called me to his office, claiming to want to talk about homework. He gave me a glass of water and I fell asleep. You should know what followed.

“I had no idea what happened until one time when I entered his office unannounced and saw him watching a video of me… That’s when I found out, and I immediately called the police.”