Summer lifted the blanket and prepared to get out of bed. "I'll sleep in the guest room." Before she could move, Fraser reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, pulling her back with a slight force. Caught off guard, Summer tumbled against his chest, her gaze landing directly on the firm, tanned muscles before her. Above her head, his deep, lazy voice drifted down, laced with amusement. "Why?" Summer pushed herself up, her tone stiff. "I’m not in the mood." The unspoken meaning was clear. Whatever Fraser had in mind, he was not getting it tonight. His dark eyes flicked over her lazily, a smirk playing at his lips. "Did I say I wanted anything? Now be good and lie down." Then, he pulled her into his embrace. Her face pressed against his chest, his chin resting lightly on her hair. One of his hands remained on her stomach, gently rubbing in slow, soothing circles. Summer had to admit. His touch did help ease the discomfort of her cramps. But his scent, a blend of cedarwood and fresh soap, enveloped her completely, leaving her no escape. She felt like a pet, indulged with a treat when he was in a good mood and discarded when he was not. The more she thought about it, the more her chest tightened, her head growing heavy with frustration. She struggled again, her voice resolute. "I want to sleep alone." Fraser lowered his gaze, studying her for a moment. His voice softened, but the amusement never left. "Why are you being difficult, hmm?" Summer's tone was cold. "I don't feel well. I just want to rest by myself." The chill in her voice was unmistakable. It was an air of quiet distance that warned people to stay away. Fraser's dark eyes flickered. His lips curled slightly, but the smile never reached his eyes. "You're saying, as long as I'm here, you can't sleep?" His voice carried an edge of something unreadable.Then, without another word, he stood up, looking down at her for a moment before turning and striding out of the room. The door clicked shut. His tall figure disappeared. Summer's grip on the blanket tightened. She exhaled softly and pulled the covers over her head, curling into herself. Xavier had just finished a surgery when he received the call. "What? Did I hear that right, or did you say it wrong?" A top-tier surgeon and hospital director like me now had to treat menstrual cramps too? "She's on her period?" He scoffed. "Sending a doctor won't help with that! If she's in pain, just give her some brown sugar water. If she's in a bad mood, comfort her a little. It'll work better than any doctors ever could." "Hello? Fraser? Fraser?" The call had already ended. The doctors and nurses trailing behind Xavier exchanged amused glances. He sighed, rubbing his temple. His reputation as a medical expert had just taken a serious hit. Fraser put his phone away and walked into the open kitchen. He set a ceramic pot on the stove, boiling water before adding a few pieces of pure brown sugar. After about twenty minutes, he dropped in a few slices of ginger. When the aroma of the warm, sweet liquid filled the kitchen, he poured the brown sugar water into a cup and made his way back to the bedroom. Lying in bed, Summer had finally slipped into a light doze. But the moment she heard the door open, her body tensed. Slow, steady footsteps echoed in the quiet room, coming closer. Her eyelashes quivered, but she kept her eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. Hadn't he left? A tall shadow loomed over the bed. Fraser stood there, holding a cup of steaming brown sugar water. The loose bathrobe he wore barely concealed his lean, sculpted figure. His deep, low voice broke the silence. "I know you're awake. Drink this."Summer peeked out from under the blanket, revealing a pair of dark, clear eyes. Half of her face remained hidden, her tousled hair making her look soft and vulnerable. Her gaze flickered to the cup in his hand. Fraser's lips twitched. "Do you want me to feed you?" Summer instantly sat up and took the cup from him, drinking it all in one go before setting it on the bedside table. She hesitated, then muttered, "Thanks." Fraser's gaze never left her. His eyes gleamed with something unreadable, his lips curving slightly. "That 'thank you' sounded like you were trying to get rid of me." Summer did not deny it. She did not know what had gotten into him tonight, but she had not forgotten that night. The night he had coldly rejected her. The way he had turned her down, it was not just rejection. It was cruel, like a slap in the face. Even now, the memory burned. But the man in question did not seem to have the slightest awareness of it. Fraser sat on the edge of the bed, his dark gaze steady as he studied her pale face. After a moment, his hand reached out, resting gently on her stomach. His voice was softer this time. "Does it still hurt?"