Time flew when she was happy. Hannah suddenly realized it was her sixth day in River Town, and she had done nothing but eat, drink, and be pampered by Oscar. Counting the days on her fingers, she realized she had to leave tomorrow. Six days had vanished in an instant, though she was reluctant to go.

At night, they lay in bed, awake and silent, simply feeling time slip away. Hannah rolled over, onto Oscar. Their eyes met. For a couple in love, such moments were never dull.

"Oscar," Hannah murmured.

"Yes?" he replied, his voice hoarse.

"Will you miss me?" she asked.

"You know the answer," Oscar chuckled.

Hannah rested her head on his shoulder. "Oscar, I'll wait for you in Kensbury City."

She couldn't stay with him in River Town, nor could he accompany her back. They could only endure the separation and wait.

Oscar hugged her tightly. He couldn't offer an immediate promise, but he would always send his love. That night was the only one of the week they hadn't made love; they simply cuddled.

Hannah awoke early the next morning. Having grown accustomed to sleeping late, she expected Oscar to be gone, but he was there, propping himself up on one arm, watching her. She saw the love in his eyes.

"Why aren't you at work?" she asked lazily.

"I took a leave of absence," Oscar said. "I wanted to see you off."

Hannah was touched, but still teased, "Aren't you worried about gossip?"

"For you, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Smooth talker," she said.

"Want a taste?" he smiled charmingly. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating his handsome features.

"A taste of what?"

"The smooth talk," he repeated.

Hannah blushed. He's a real flirt, she thought.

She rolled over to get up, but he pinned her beneath him.

"Oscar! What are you doing?" she protested. Everything had been fine last night. He'd transformed into a morning monster.

"Hannah," he said firmly.

Things were heating up, but Oscar stopped abruptly, remaining still for a long time. Hannah, aroused, pleaded, "Oscar..."

She was nearly overwhelmed by his touch.

"You're on your period," he stated bluntly.

Hannah paused, feeling a chill as she saw the blood stain on her panties.

Oscar was clearly frustrated, taking a moment to speak. "Maybe I should be rougher next time."

Hannah was puzzled until she felt his hand gently on her belly. He'd restrained himself, lifting her to the bathroom and helping her onto the toilet, removing her panties.

"Oscar," she said, bewildered.

"There's blood," he explained.

Just when she thought he might discard them, he went to the sink to wash them. She found it hard to articulate her feelings, but she felt deeply loved.

He washed her panties carefully. She realized that this wealthy man, seemingly accustomed to a life of ease, was far more capable than she'd imagined. She briefly doubted her reality; was this really Oscar Wells?

He wrung them out and said, as he headed outside, "I'll hang them on the balcony. Don't take them down today. You can wear them again."

Who said I'd be back? she mused. Perhaps next time, it would be Oscar returning to their villa in Kensbury City.

"By the way, where are your other panties?" he asked.

"In your locker."

"Okay." He left the bathroom and returned with clean underwear. Hannah started to put them on, then stopped.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her hesitation.

"I have no pads," she said, overwhelmed. Her period was unexpected, and she hadn't prepared. She couldn't go out to buy them. Her gaze implied her predicament.

"I'll go to the shop."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Can you go?" he teased.

She was slightly annoyed by his playful banter.

He stroked her head. "Be a good girl. I'll get some."

"Do you know which brand?" she asked.

He hesitated, shaking his head.

"Give me your phone."

He quickly handed it over. She wrote a brand name on the memo pad and returned it.

"This one."

"Got it."

He went to the convenience store downstairs, feeling embarrassed. He was the only man among a crowd of women shopping.

"Handsome sir, can I help you?" A saleswoman approached, noticing his hesitation. He nodded. "It's for..."

"Your girlfriend's period?" she asked directly.

He was surprised, then corrected her. "My wife, actually."

"Only a gentleman buys these for his wife. Some men wouldn't dare, or consider it bad luck. There aren't many good men like you. Let me help you choose."

"My wife told me the brand," Oscar said, showing her his phone. "This one."