Sanna was furious, but seeing Anna Jadwin's haggard, tear-streaked face, she patted her shoulder, "Unless someone throws me out, rest assured, I will definitely protect you…"
Anna Jadwin smiled gratefully.
"If you don't want to do this, you can tell him that."
"Do you think that would work?" She paused, then said quietly, "Is there any medicine that could make him not touch me?"
"Such a medicine probably doesn't exist…"
Anna Jadwin thought about the healing wound on her stomach from a recent surgery, knowing she couldn't engage in intense activity, and Charles Harrington had said as much, to wait until the wedding day.
He probably wouldn't touch her for now, but just sharing a bed with him was already unbearable to her.
She remembered there was a medicine to delay or bring forward menstrual periods, available in hospitals to coordinate with surgery schedules.
She planned to take the medicine the night before the wedding to induce her period early…
