I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 113

And what was this about day versus night pads? They served the same purpose, didn’t they? Why did they need to be different?

“Sir?” the manager prompted gently when he didn’t answer.

Jareth snapped back to reality. “Give me two pairs of each size,” he said decisively. “And ten packs of both the day and the night ones.”

The manager blinked in surprise. “Of course, sir. Right away.”

When Jareth returned and handed Niamh ten sets of underwear and twenty packs of pads, she couldn't help but laugh. This man was truly a relic from another era, completely clueless about women’s matters.

“Is your stomach feeling better?” Jareth asked, watching her try to stifle her laughter. For some reason, seeing her happy made his own mood lift. Her smile was beautiful, with faint dimples that were both cute and captivating.

“Yes, much better,” Niamh replied honestly.

Jareth’s good mood soured. If she was going to be fine anyway, why did she make him go buy medicine?

He kicked the leg of the table in frustration.

“Jareth, you must be losing your mind,” he cursed himself. “She’s your assistant, not your wife. Why are you buying these things for her?”

He grabbed a glass of water from the table and downed it in one go.

After a few tries, it wouldn't budge. She wanted to ask Jareth for help, but seeing his dark expression, she swallowed her words. She had already put him through enough by making him buy her underwear and pads. She was determined to open this bottle herself, no matter what.

She put all her strength into it, but the cap wouldn't move. “What kind of stupid design is this?” she fumed silently. “Why would they make the cap on medicine for women so damn tight?”

Jareth glanced over at her, his face a mask of disdain as he watched her struggle, her face turning red with effort.

The next second, he lunged forward, snatched the bottle from her hands, and opened it with a simple twist.

“Mr. Bragg, you’re amazing!” Niamh exclaimed.