Chapter 356
My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 356
The two women were stunned.
They both turned to look at Nash.
One of them blushed as they said, âGet away from me, you disgusting pervert!â
Nash was stunned.
He was just trying to ask them which brand of sanitary pads they used!
How did that make him a pervert?
The other womanâs face was flushed too, but she did not lose her cool. Instead, she whispered, âAre you buying pads for your girlfriend?â
Nash nodded. âYes. I donât know which brand she prefers, and I left the house in such a hurry that I left my phone behind!â
Yasmin picked up the pack she had just placed in her basket and said, âYou could get her some from ABC. Their pads are thin, breathable, and have great absorption!â
Her sleeves rode upward as she extended her arm, and Nash noticed the hieroglyphs tattooed onto the womanâs pale wrist.
The hieroglyphs looked almost identical to the ones on the papyrus.
Theo had spent so much time researching, but he still could not decipher what those hieroglyphs meant. It likely meant those hieroglyphs did not belong to any particular time in history.
In fact, Nash was starting to suspect the Youngs had invented the hieroglyphs.
The woman standing beside Yasmin noticed where Nash was looking and immediately said, âYasmin, this guy looks like bad news. Letâs get away from him!â
The industrial district they worked in was in a comparatively rural area, and sexual assault cases were not rare around here.
They rarely strayed away from the safety of the industrial district other than to get groceries and
other necessities.
Nash took a pack of ABC sanitary pads from the shelf and asked, âWhere did you get that tattoo, Miss?â
The face of Yasminâs best friend turned pale. The more she thought about it, the more Nash looked like the suspect in those sexual assault cases.
âMy grandfather used pigeonâs blood to give me these tattoos. Can you read them?â Yasmin asked Nash in return, her eyes glinting.
âYasmin, Sunny, are you guys
done?â
A rugged-looking man walked into the store.
Sunny immediately turned to him. âThank goodness youâre here, Derek. I think this guy is trying to hit on Yasmin!â
The manâs brows immediately knitted themselves together as he grabbed a stool and walked toward
them.
âHow dare you chat my sister up? Do you have a death wish?â
A dozen more workers swarmed into the supermarket when they heard the manâs voice.
Yasmin hurriedly interjected, âDerek, donât do anything foolish⦠He didnât mean any harm!â
The man glanced at Nashâs well-laundered clothes and sneered. âDonât let his appearance fool you⦠Heâs a wolf in sheepâs clothing. Iâve seen plenty of men like him!â
Then, he glared at Nash. âAre you going to leave, or am I going to have to escort you out?â
The corner of Nashâs eye twitched, but he decided not to escalate things.
He grabbed the pack of sanitary pads and walked to the counter to pay. However, he did not have any
cash on him.
The cashier working the counter was a woman in her late 30s. She was snacking on some nuts as she sneered, âBoy, this doesnât even cost that much. Donât tell me you canât afford a pack of sanitary pads?â
Nash said awkwardly, âI donât have my phone or any cash with me.â
The cashier looked Nash up and down. A grin appeared on her face as she said, âHow about this? My manâs not home, and thereâs some physical work I need help with. Why donât you head out back and help me out to pay off your debtâ¦â
Nash pondered this for a moment before he nodded. âThat works⦠But weâll have to make it quickâ¦â
The cashier flipped her hair flippantly. âYour performance will determine how long itâll take for us to wrap things up!â
Nash felt like something was amiss as he gazed at the smile on the womanâs face.
However, he could not quite place his finger on what felt wrong to him.
Then, Yasmin grabbed the pack of pads from Nash and placed it alongside the rest of her purchases on the counter. âInclude this in my bill!â
The cashier frowned, giving Yasmine a resentful look. âYasmine, youâre a frequent customer here. How could you treat me this way?â
Her man was in his 40s and could no longer satisfy her needs.
She was in her 30s, and there was a saying that women were at their most spry between the ages of 30 to 40. No one could satisfy the loneliness and emptiness she felt within her.
The men who worked in the nearby factories were all old and greasy. It had taken so long before she
finally met a young, handsome man, but Yasmine was ruining things for her.
âAre you really going to make him sleep with you over a pack of sanitary pads that costs a mere couple dozen dollars?â