I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 111

“Wait!” Niamh quickly grabbed his sleeve. “Mr. Bragg, it’s… it’s my monthly guest.”

Monthly guest?

Jareth turned back, his gaze falling on the small hand clutching his sleeve. He frowned. “What monthly guest? What are you talking about?”

Niamh was at a loss for words.

“What is it?” Jareth asked, still looking confused. She said it was her "monthly guest," but she wasn't sharing it?

“Mr. Bragg, I have my period,” Niamh finally said, using the clinical term. If she had to resort to textbook language to get through to him, so be it. This was middle school biology, for crying out loud.

This time, Jareth understood. His grim expression instantly gave way to a deep blush.

“This woman is insane,” he thought. “Why would you tell me something like that? And why would you call it ‘your aunt visiting’ or your ‘monthly guest’? Should I set off some fireworks to celebrate for you?”

“So?” he asked curtly.

Seeing his red face, Niamh had to suppress another laugh. He's twenty-nine years old, and he's embarrassed by something as normal as a woman's period?

Just then, she felt a sudden gush. “Mr. Bragg,” she said quickly, “I need you to do three things for me.”

Three things? What did she think he was? Her servant?

“What is it?” he asked. Despite his annoyance, he saw the pain in her eyes and couldn’t bring himself to refuse. As he spoke, his gaze flickered down to her hand on his sleeve. “If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you always touching me?”

Niamh quickly let go. “Mr. Bragg, I need you to buy three things for me.”

“Spit it out,” he said impatiently.

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