Chapter 327

Seeing how worried he was, Anastasia almost forgot about the pain in her stomach. Her pretty features drooped, and she murmured, “My stomach hurts.”
No sooner had the words left her lips than the world spun around-Harrison scooped her up into his arms in one swift motion!
He carried her straight to the car and commanded Logan, his tone low and urgent, “Drive to the hospital.”
“No, wait Anastasia clung to his shoulder, trying to stop him. “I just need to go home and rest—”
Harrison’s lips pressed into a thin, unyielding line, making it clear he had no intention of listening. He shot Logan a sharp glance.
The car sped off. Anastasia only had time to wave goodbye to Juliet and the others outside before they vanished from sight.
She turned, resting her head on Harrison’s shoulder, mortified as she whispered, “It’s just… you know… that time of the month
Harrison frowned, not quite catching her meaning. “What?”
Blushing, Anastasia leaned closer and murmured in his ear, “I’m just on my period.”
He paused, a hint of relief flickering across his face, but looking at her pale, sweat-dampened cheeks, he refused to budge. “Be good and let the doctor take a
look.”
Back at the sidewalk, everything had happened so fast that Maggie and the other two were left rooted in place, barely able to process it. Follow current novels on
They watched the car disappear in the blink of an eye and slowly turned away, bewildered.
Maggie glanced at her phone. “Juliet, your cousin’s husband got here fast! It’s only been three minutes, right?”
Juliet finally relaxed, seeing her cousin whisked away. “He bought an apartment close to campus.”
She’d been there before, and even at a brisk pace, it took at least five minutes to get to the university. The fact that he’d made it in three said everything about how much he cared.
With only a few minutes left before the next class, the girls decided not to head back. Checking their schedules, they realized they all had classes in the same building. They chatted as they walked toward the third lecture hall.
After they left, a figure stepped out from behind a nearby tree-Helen. Thinking about what she’d just witnessed, jealousy burned inside her. Just a period, and that man doted on Anastasia like she was made of glass?
Even if he was just a wealthy benefactor, he was handsome, powerful-why should Anastasia have someone like that wrapped around her finger?
Helen’s hands clenched with resolve. She’d make sure Anastasia lost it all.
Remembering Shirley’s instructions, Helen quickly thumbed a message on her phone, her eyes smoldering with malice.
At the hospital, Harrison carried Anastasia inside, waited while she had some tests, then carried her out again with a bag of medication.
Seeing how pale she looked, his own face darkened with worry.
“I’m fine. I just need a little rest,” Anastasia reassured him softly.
Honestly, if it weren’t for his peace of mind, she wouldn’t have bothered coming. She was a medical student herself-she knew there was nothing to do for cramps except rest and take care of herself. All the doctor could offer was a few pills and the usual advice to drink plenty of warm water.
It was clear the doctor had only prescribed so much medication because Harrison’s intimidating presence demanded it.
But even after the doctor assured him it was nothing serious, Harrison didn’t look convinced. He said nothing, his lips set in a razor-sharp line as he took her back to the apartment.