Chapter 252: Clueless Man

Justin pressed her down, silencing her mid-sentence. "If you’re feeling so fine and decided to be careless despite the strict warning from the doctor, how about we make use of it for something better than eavesdropping?"

Natalie realized Justin had caught her listening in on his conversation with Albert.

"It was about me, so of course I need to know," she countered.

"You always love going against what I warn you about, so now bear with it," he said, leaning in and kissing her as he hovered over her entirely.

But then, Natalie winced in pain. Justin immediately stopped and looked at her, sure he hadn’t put any weight on her.

"What happened?" he asked, worried.

Natalie stayed quiet, as if trying to figure something out, her hand moving lightly to her belly. She looked at him and said, "Get off me quickly."

"What happened?" he asked again, moving off her at once.

Natalie tried to sit up, and Justin helped her, still wondering what was wrong.

"Did I hurt your waist by chance? Should I call the doctor?"

Seeing the concern in his eyes, she answered, "It seems like my period started."

Hearing that, Justin was taken aback, unsure how to react. After a moment, he regained his composure and asked, "So... do you need any help? I mean, I’m not sure what to do."

She chuckled softly and mumbled, "At least there’s something you’re clueless about, Mr Justin Harper."

His brows knitted. "I clearly know what it is. It’s just that it’s my first time having a woman in my life, and..."

"I get it," she interrupted, standing up from the bed to spare him the embarrassing explanation.

He got out of the bed like the responsible man he was and scooped her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"You want to go to the bathroom," he replied, carrying her without hesitation.

"It’s just periods. I’m not sick," she said with a deep sigh, watching his overly serious expression. At the same time, she couldn’t help but wonder how not having a woman in one’s life could leave men so clueless about such things.

"I’m doing this because your back isn’t well, and you’ve walked enough," he countered with a sigh. "It takes days to recover from the bone marrow you donated, and now you’re going to lose more blood. It’s certainly not good for your already weakened condition."

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, she couldn’t argue. But she was certain this man was going to keep her confined in this room even longer—when she had far more important things to do.

Justin carefully set Natalie down in the bathroom and said, "Tell me whatever you need."

"Change of clothes, and there’s a small pack of sanitary napkins in my bag," she replied.

He nodded like a dutiful man and left the bathroom. Natalie couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his behaviour, but the moment her chuckle escaped, she felt the first wave of cramps, reminding her of the discomfort that was just beginning.

"Damn, I hate this," she muttered, frowning as both hands instinctively reached for her lower belly.

Justin quickly returned with her change of clothes and handed her the small, flat pack of sanitary napkins. Glancing at it, he asked, "Is this enough?"

She took it and replied, "I’ll order more online once I’m done here."

Justin said nothing and left the room. About ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Hearing the sound, Justin stood up from the couch and went to her. Without a word, he lifted her and carried her back to the bed. Though she didn’t want him to, Natalie didn’t resist—she knew he wouldn’t listen anyway.

"The way you carry me all the time, I think it’s not bad even if I turn cripple after being careless with my back which is yet to be healed," Natalie commented playfully.

"I won’t allow you to get crippled," he replied firmly as he set her gently on the bed.

"But once, you said you wouldn’t mind if I was crippled—that you’d still love me."

"I won’t allow it until I fulfil my fantasy of seeing you on top of me, controlling me while you... umm..."

Before he could finish, Natalie quickly covered his mouth, fully aware of where he was going.

As if he read her mind, he removed her hand and said, "This is how I am, and you have to accept it."

Natalie sighed, picking up her phone. Justin snatched it from her and said, "Rest. No more looking at your mobile."

"I need to order some things," she protested.

"I already did," he said, setting her mobile aside. "Just tell me whatever you need, and I’ll take care of it."

She gave up and let him adjust the pillow under her head so she could lie comfortably.

"About the movie project for Victor and Silvia—was that you again?" Natalie asked, her gaze making it clear she already knew the answer.

Justin hummed as he tucked the blanket around her. "That guy seems to have too much free time on his hands, so I gave him some work that’ll bring profit to your company," he said, his expression serious.

To anyone else, Justin might seem thoughtful and considerate. But to Natalie, who knew him better, it was almost laughable. She suppressed the urge to chuckle at this jealous and over-possessive man. It was all because how Victor barged in her home, and clearly Justin hated it.

"And what about Vincent?" she asked, knowing full well Justin wouldn’t let him off the hook either—not if it meant keeping him away from her.

"He has some important work to do as well," Justin replied in the same serious tone, offering no further details. "Now close your eyes and sleep."

Natalie closed her eyes but couldn’t help wondering what exactly Justin had Vincent busy with. Knowing Vincent, it was impossible if he would ever listen to anyone.

Leaving her to rest, Justin sat on the couch. Though his gaze was on the laptop screen in front of him, his thoughts were somewhere else.

’Ivan has promised to tell her the truth of why he agreed to marry her,’ his gaze full of worry shifted to Natalie who had closed her eyes. ’Not sure how she will take it.’