She grunted, her eyebrows furrowed immediately. Liam Yancey paused in his movements, looking at her scrunched up face, the smile at the corners of his mouth instantly dropping.
"What's wrong?" He held her up, his handsome face tensed, his voice suppressing urgency.
He had become hyper-vigilant, always afraid that there might be something wrong with her health.
"No, nothing!" Knowing what he was worried about, Tara Summer stroked his face, giving him a gentle smile to reassure him. "I just got my period, I'm going to the bathroom."
With that, she tried to get up.
Liam Yancey's expression somewhat relaxed but still concerned. "Don't move. I'll carry you in."
He held her shoulder, lifting her up in his arms. Tara Summer laughed helplessly, not struggling, letting him carry her into the bathroom.
The Yancey family's private plane was known for its size, the bathroom was no exception, lavishly appointed with a massage tub, wardrobe, washstand and shower room.
