Maeve looked at these few words, paused for a few seconds, and took back the pajamas she had brought into the bathroom.
...
It was close to ten o'clock when she returned to Crestfall Bay.
She got out of the car, holding a warm belly cushion, her face slightly pale.
Mrs. Thompson received the news and was waiting at the villa door. Seeing Maeve's expression, she knew she might be feeling unwell.
In this big villa, there are only two owners.
Julian is often away, and since Maeve spends most of her time not acting, she often stays here. Therefore, Mrs. Thompson remembers Maeve's situation very clearly and has early prepared things like red dates and goji berries to help with blood nourishment.
"Ma'am, come in quickly." Mrs. Thompson looked concerned and went up to support Maeve.
She frowned slightly; in the past, she never felt pain even if she fought and bled, but now after growing a bit older, these few days every month are simply torture, waves of pain.
