I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 112

There was a department store right next to the hotel. He hesitated for a moment before walking in. The pharmacy was on the ground floor. As he approached, he realized he’d forgotten to ask Niamh what kind of painkillers she needed.

He sent her a quick message on WhatsApp: [Niamh, what kind of medicine do you want?]

Niamh was still in the bathroom and didn't have her phone with her.

Jareth waited a minute, then sent a series of question marks. Still no reply.

“Sir, can I help you find something?” a young saleswoman asked as she approached him.

“I need something for stomach pain,” Jareth replied quickly. He had wanted to say he needed medicine for period cramps, but the words got stuck in his throat. The word “period” felt especially awkward.

The saleswoman seemed to sense his discomfort. “Is it for stomach cramps or menstrual cramps?” she asked kindly. In her experience, it was usually one or the other.

“The latter,” Jareth said, his voice tight with irritation.

The saleswoman smiled. “Of course, sir. One moment, I’ll get that for you.”

As she was retrieving the medicine, another saleswoman came over.

“Livia, did you see that man in the wheelchair by the door? He’s gorgeous!”

Livia glanced back at Jareth. He wasn't just handsome; he was clearly wealthy. The Rolex on his wrist was worth a small fortune.

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