Zenovia

The same time as I got my period, which was quite disappointing, Maksimillian received a call. He looked at me with pity while eyeing the heat bag he placed on my abdomen before he took the call. He was holding my hand while talking to Rurik. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, while I was lying on my back and wearing only a flimsy white nightshirt. He, on the other hand, wore a blue shirt and black jeans. Whatever he wore, God! He just looked effortlessly smashing!

“How is it? Feeling better?” He gently caressed my cheek and jaw with his knuckle.

“So-so,” I answered, giving...