Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 116

Starry was caught in the rain last week when she went to the cemetery and she did not take off her wet clothes in time after she went home, which almost got her a sold.

Therefore, she felt sick when she had her menses now.

When Filip said he knew the reasons why she would help Hamish, she felt there was a machine stirring in her womb, making her too painful to talk.

She bit her lips to endure the pain. She looked pale and what Filip said annoyed her more than ever, so she let anger color her voice, "Why?"

She took the pillow beside and put it on her stomach, trying to suppress the pain.

Yet, it did not work.

Filip noticed the paleness on Starry's face, "Are you really Okay?"

Starry drank some hot water and said, "It's just the menses."

Filip was startled. He had no idea that women would endure such a great pain when experiencing menses. He wondered whether Starry was the only one in the world that would have to endure it.

Coldness was one of the greatest enemies of women.

Starry still wanted to behave appropriately when facing Filip. Yet, the pain in her womb deprived her of her last energy.

She could not maintain her posture anymore, so she curled up into a ball and leaned her body against the sofa entirely.

Almost lying on the sofa, Starry heavily bit her lips, not aware that her teeth nearly hurt herself.

Her forehead began to sweat. She frowned, turning paler and paler.

She was so painful that she was now in a daze. Seeing that Filip walked towards her, she subconsciously knitted her eyebrows and said, "Maybe we can have our talk next time. I think you should leave me alone now."

She had no power to talk with him anymore.

"Em."

He responded and slightly touched her forehead.

Starry involuntarily looked at him and their eyes met. She could even see her own reflection in his dark eyes.

She took a small breath and supported herself to sit up straight, "Maybe you should go home now."

She felt better now and she tried to recover her composure both on her face and in her tone.

However, she still looked scaringly pale. Her lips seemed to be covered by some frost and there was no sparkle in her eyes anymore, which made Filip hard to believe that she was only experiencing her menses instead of some other serious illnesses.

Filip's fingers shivered a little and then he directly carried Starry up from the sofa into his hug.

She was still holding the glass and his hug nearly made her spill the water.

Starry tried to push him away, "Filip, what are you doing?"

She was now in a bad mood because of the pain, so more anger could be felt in her voice.

Whereas, she sounded weak and powerless.

Filip grabbed the coat to wrap her, "You should see a doctor."

"No!"

She objected, "Put me down."

Filip retorted, "But you look sick."

Biting the pain back, Starry stared at him coldly, "So what? I don't see how that is any of your business."

He looked up without replying and was about to carry her out of her villa.

Starry shrugged the coat away and, when he was about to go downstairs, threw the glass of water straight in his face, "I told you to put me down."

The hot water was cold now, and, on such a snowy day, it made Filip's face also cold soon.

The water ran down from his face across his own neck and also dripped to Starry's chest.

It was surprising that Filip did not become angry. He kept staring at her.

Starry was also staring at him. None of them seemed to be willing to compromise.

Yet the determination in her eyes collapsed as the pain washed over and attacked her again.

She now lost the power to look at Filip and could do nothing but try to curl herself up.

She could not hold the glass anymore and it dropped and broke on the carpet after a bang.

Her left hand tightly held Filip's cloth, her sweat flowed down across her cheeks and wet her hair, and her right hand covered her stomach. She wanted to curl up into a ball again, yet she failed since she was in Filip's hug.

Although she was more than painful now, she still insisted, "Put me down."

Powerlessly.

Filip gave in and put her back on the sofa.

Once on the sofa, Starry pushed Filip away and circled her arms around her legs and curled up into a tight ball.

It was painful.

A drop of water ran down across his cheek from his hair, which was also freezing.

It seemed that Filip finally realized that Starry just threw a glass of water at him. He took out a piece of tissue to wipe his face and said, "I will stay here. Tell me if you change your mind."

Then, he collected and threw the broken glass into the can before he sat back on the sofa.

Starry lapsed into silence, and so did he. He began to search for information about menses.

Starry was still too weak to talk. Eyes closed, she felt that it was quiet around her and she could even hear her breathing clearly.

She had no idea whether Filip left or not.

As time passed, the pain came and went—the excruciating pain lasting for ten minutes alternated with the relief lasting for only a few minutes, again and again.

After a long while, she felt a pat on her shoulder.

Starry was not asleep and she could recognize Filip's figure even though she was still in a trance.

The realization that Filip did not leave woke her up. She wide opened her eyes and asked, "Why are you still here?"

"Drink it and you will get better."

Then, Starry noticed that he was handing her a glass of brown sugar tea.

The tea was steaming with a strong smell of brown sugar.

She sat up and took the glass, "Thanks."

She felt much better now. The duration of pain shortened a lot.

She took a sip of the tea and the sweetness of it made her frown.

She did not complain. Instead, she looked at him and said, "I am much better now. Can you leave me alone now?"

It was the third time that she asked him to leave.

Fixated on her, Filip's dark eyes were unreadable, "I am not busy."

"But I want to take a rest."

Starry deprived him of his last chance to stay.

He slightly pursed his lips and got up, "Contact me if anything happens."

"Thanks. See you."

She got up, half leaning against the back of the sofa, and stared at him coldly.

Filip's Adam's apple moved a little and it seemed that he still had something to say. Yet, when his eyes met Starry's cold eyes, he bit her words back and walked downstairs.

The water thrown at his face by Starry had already wet his sweater. Since the heating was on inside the villa, he did not feel it just now. However, once outside the villa, the wet sweater became freezing as the wind blew with snow.

He looked over his shoulder at the locked door and walked into the snow after pulling up his collar.

It was indeed freezingly cold outside.