My Contracted CEO Husband Has Gone Bankrupt

Don't Touch Me...

"Don't touch me..." Olive winced as the menstrual cramps hit her with a vengeance. She couldn't help but wonder if the intensity was a result of the multiple orgasms she had just experienced. Waves of pain radiated through her lower abdomen, twisting and turning like a relentless storm. Even her stomach ached, reminding her that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Exhausted from her workout session with Alonso Fields, her head spun with dizziness.The sudden discomfort overwhelmed Olive, leaving her no room to care about Alonso. She pushed his hand away, her pale face and obvious distress catching his attention. Concern etched deep lines on his forehead as he urgently tried to understand what was wrong with her. But his attempts at comfort were met with rejection, and his brows furrowed in frustration."Olive!" Alonso's voice rang out, filled with a sternness that echoed through the bathroom. His tone carried a sense of intimidation, causing Olive to startle and look up at him. His cold and serious expression, with deep-set eyebrows, only added to the intimidation factor.Fear gripped Olive, momentarily overshadowing the pain in her stomach. Tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks as she looked at Alonso with a mournful gaze. She felt wronged, her emotions raw and overwhelming.Alonso quickly reached out, pulling Olive into his arms. He held her tear-streaked face, his palms sweating with worry. "I'm not being mean to you," he explained, his voice filled with sincerity.Helping Olive stand up, Alonso placed his hand on her abdomen, which she had been clutching. Concern laced his words as he asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"Olive's stomach had calmed down slightly, and she pushed Alonso's hand away, stubbornly refusing his care. "I don't need you to take care of me," she asserted, her voice tinged with irritation."Olive..." Alonso's voice held a tinge of bitterness, his concern evident.In a fit of anger, Olive scratched Alonso lightly, her hand brushing against his chest. In that moment, a drop of blood fell on the white tiles, resembling a red cherry blossom. The hot water quickly washed it away, but Alonso noticed. Shocked, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"Alonso reached out to touch Olive's inner thigh, embarrassed and shy. She quickly held his hand, moving away, and irritably explained, "I'm not injured! It's just my period!"As soon as the words left her lips, the pain in her lower abdomen intensified. Olive bit her lip, covering her stomach with her hands.Witnessing her discomfort, Alonso hurriedly increased the speed of their shower. When Olive finished dressing and left the bathroom, her face was pale, her body weak and fragile. She leaned against Alonso, her delicate form resembling a wilting flower.Alonso poured a glass of warm water for Olive, his warm hand slipping under the blanket to rest on her abdomen. Unable to feel anything, he imitated her movements, gently massaging her. Olive curled up in bed, tears still streaming down her beautiful face, her lips drained of color. She closed her eyes, furrowing her delicate eyebrows, occasionally sobbing in discomfort. But Alonso remained by her side, a pillar of support.Unable to resist, she reached out and grabbed Alonso's hand, tightly clasping his fingertips in her palm. Their hands were hidden beneath the covers, intertwined. Alonso felt her grip and the coolness of her touch, a wordless dependence. His heart softened, and he wiped away the moisture in her eyes, unable to hide his concern. "Why is it so painful this time?"In Alonso's memory, Olive would experience discomfort during her menstrual period, but never to this extent. "I don't know... I woke up feeling unwell... and now, it's even worse..." Olive sniffled, her voice soft and pitiful, devoid of her previous arrogance, as she described her suffering to Alonso."Why didn't you say anything about the discomfort?" Alonso couldn't help but raise his voice, but quickly remembered that scolding her wouldn't help. He lowered his voice, his concern evident. "Let's go to the hospital and get it checked.""Can't I just take painkillers?" Olive didn't want to go through the hassle, but uncertainty clouded her mind. This time, the pain was worse than before."No, we should still get it checked." Alonso lifted Olive horizontally, swiftly heading towards the door.As Alonso carried Olive downstairs, they coincidentally ran into Mrs. White, who was calling them upstairs for breakfast. Mrs. White was startled to see the two of them in such a hurry, with Olive weakly nestled in Alonso's arms. She anxiously asked, "What happened?""Olive is in pain, we're going to the hospital." Alonso didn't stop walking, his composure momentarily lost.The two hurriedly left the house, with no time to call for a driver. Alonso took the driver's seat himself, and Olive lay in the passenger seat, her eyes red as she looked at Alonso.He was dressed in a soft cotton T-shirt and pants, a departure from his usual attire when going out. His hair was unkempt, strands falling haphazardly over his eyes. Absentmindedly, he brushed them back with his hand. His face displayed genuine worry, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, forming a deep crease on his forehead.Olive bit her lower lip, forcing herself not to dwell on the extent of Alonso's concern. She closed her eyes, repeatedly reminding herself to guard her heart. Alonso didn't love her, and she didn't love Alonso. Their marriage was solely based on Mrs. Fields' dying wish, and she had chosen to marry Alonso for the Fields family's wealth and influence, ensuring a worry-free life.Alonso, focused on driving, glanced at Olive and caught a glimmer of emotion in her peach blossom eyes. Her dark pupils stared straight at him, seemingly filled with complex feelings. He reached out with one hand, lightly touching her damp hair with his fingertips, offering comfort. "We're almost there."Quickly retracting his hand, his fingertips seemed to retain the lingering moisture. Annoyed with himself for not paying more attention, he felt a surge of frustration. The place where his fingertips had touched seemed to have been electrified, instantly disrupting Olive's heartbeat. She hurriedly closed her eyes, no longer looking at him.***At the private hospital, there were people specifically assigned to receive the Fields family.Olive was quickly arranged for an examination.Fortunately, for now, everything seemed fine.However, the doctor advised her to come for another check-up after her menstrual period ended to further confirm if there were any other causes.The doctor prescribed medication for Olive and warned her against engaging in sexual activity if she felt uncomfortable before her period, to avoid exacerbating her menstrual pain.Lying on the hospital bed, Olive twisted her fingers nervously, muttering softly, "I'm fine, we can go back now..."The medication had taken effect, and Olive felt much better. However, Alonso seemed unhappy. Though he didn't scold her, his sulking presence was palpable.Alonso was indeed a little angry. They had barely arrived at the hospital when Olive's stomach had been wracked with unbearable pain. The doctor even suspected that her corpus luteum had ruptured, a potentially life-threatening condition. Thankfully, it wasn't the case, but the doctor's explanation had left Alonso frightened. What if something had really happened?"I'm so hungry..." Olive's soft voice broke the silence, her eyes pleading as she looked at Alonso.Alonso's attention was immediately captured by her hunger. He nodded, ready to leave and buy her something to eat. But just as he reached the bedside, a knock on the door interrupted their moment. The door swung open, revealing a beautiful woman in a hurry."Olive? Alonso? I'm coming in!" The woman's voice was filled with concern as she entered the ward. She quickly walked to Olive's bedside, holding her hand outside the blanket. "What happened? Mrs. White called me and said Olive was admitted to the hospital. It scared me."The person who had entered was Alonso's mother, Olive's mother-in-law."Mom, I'm fine..." Olive didn't expect her trip to the hospital for menstrual pain to alarm Mrs. Fields.Mrs. Fields saw Alonso standing by the side and slapped his arm, her voice filled with anger. "How did you take care of Olive?"Not wanting Mrs. Fields to scold Alonso further, Olive quickly intervened, "Mom, it's just menstrual pain..."Mrs. Fields didn't listen, her dissatisfaction evident. "I asked the doctor when I came, and it's this boy who made you uncomfortable. Causing trouble as soon as you come back, not knowing how to take care of your wife."Alonso hung his head silently, receiving the scolding from Mrs. Fields. Worried that she would continue berating him, Olive grabbed his hand, gently shaking it. She whispered, "Could you buy me something to eat? I'm feeling hungry."Alonso nodded and left the hospital room. Once he was gone, Mrs. Fields sat down beside the bed, holding Olive's hand and gently stroking it. Concern filled her eyes as she asked, "Does it hurt this badly every time, Olive? When can I take you to see a traditional doctor? Alonso is so clueless when it comes to taking care of you. You shouldn't let him run wild in the future...""Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry," Olive reassured her, her voice obedient."Your face has turned pale. How can you say you're fine?" Mrs. Fields looked at Olive's face with heartache. "This is a serious matter. You need to get a thorough examination. Didn't you say you were planning to have a baby? You should take care of your health before trying for a child...""Yes, I understand, Mom. Alonso and I will be careful...""Squeak-"The door to the hospital room swung open suddenly, and Alonso stood at the entrance, gripping the doorknob tightly. His gaze was intense as he looked at Olive on the bed, his eyes filled with uncontrollable excitement."Weren't you supposed to go buy something? Why did you come back empty-handed?" Mrs. Fields looked at the dumbfounded Alonso standing at the door, puzzled as she asked.