Chapter Eighteen

We've been in the Maldives for a week and a half now. I'm currently relaxing on a sun lounger, while Aristotle stands in the center of the pool. He appears to have been scammed. His brows were furrowed, and he was deep in thought. I giggled at his expression, and he frowned even more. He climbed out of the water and sat on the opposite sun lounger, wiping his hair.

He then fixed his gaze on me. "Are you certain you're having menstruation? What if it's just spotting?" With hope in his eyes, he asked.

I rolled my eyes at him. Since last night, he's been asking me the same thing! It's already irritating. I was honestly confused as to why I had menstruation last night after we had sex the day before. According to the internet, a woman is most fertile in the days leading up to her period. That's why I'm puzzled! I merely shrugged at him and leaned back on the sun lounger. "C'mon! Answer me!" he whined like a spoiled brat