Take Me Away

"You have blood on your butt," Spencer said calmly.

"What?" Fiona was flustered. She grabbed Spencer's coat and used it to cover her butt.

Looking at her pale face, Spencer forgot all his intent of teaching Fiona a lesson.

Caught in his arms, Fiona grabbed his collar and shouted, "Put me down! I can walk by myself!"

"Why are you so stubborn?" Spencer glanced at the woman he was carrying. "I know it's troublesome when women have their period."

"I'm not being stubborn. Do you even know how improper it is for a man to touch a woman like this? Put me down! I can walk!"

"Don't move!" Spencer held her tighter to keep her from struggling.

"Where are we going?" Fiona asked anxiously.

"The infirmary."

"I don't need to go to the infirmary. I swear, I don't!" Fiona pleaded, with embarrassment and anger quelling inside her. "I'm begging you, please put me down. If you continue carrying me like this..." A surge of dizziness overpowered her before she could finish her words. She struggled to continue her thoughts.

"Then what?" Spencer didn't care about her threats. He had already walked downstairs while carrying her. "We're going to get married soon. It's normal for us to be intimate. You have to get used to it." "Why should I get used to it?" Spencer's body made Fiona feel warm all over. She quickly turned away from his face. "Our marriage is fake. You'll live your own life while I'll keep to my studies. We will not interfere with each other."

"Well, it's you who want to live with me. I don't even want to give you the chance. I'm not interested in you. Plenty of other women are fit for these arms. It's just the circumstances that require me holding you," Spencer said.

"Then put me down! You're holding me too tight. I can't move."

"That's exactly what I'm going for." A smile appeared on Spencer's face.

"You..." There was nothing Fiona could do but furrow her brows and remain silent as Spencer carried her to the infirmary.

"What's wrong? Do you feel pain?" Spencer asked.

"Yes," Fiona answered reluctantly.

"So you didn't go to the canteen to have dinner last night?"

"How do you know that?"

"I guessed," Spencer said without looking at her. He kept his gaze ahead. "Why didn't you call me?"

"Why should I call you?" Fiona asked.

"You..." Spencer stopped in his tracks and glanced at Fiona. "Grandpa asked me to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself," Fiona said as she lowered her eyes. She didn't know how she could possibly live with a temperamental man like him. Spencer held his breath and continued, "Don't think that I have no idea what you're thinking about. Don't do anything that will make me angry in the future." Fiona's eyes widened in disbelief. "How could I possibly piss you off?"

"If you don't piss me off, would I have treated you that way on the training ground yesterday?" Spencer responded in a stiff tone.

Fiona still felt a little scared after what happened yesterday. She whispered, "I don't know how I irritated you. Did I say anything improper to Kristen?" "Do you think so?"

"No." Fiona shook her head and pulled herself closer to him. "Can you put me down?"

"No."

Fiona sighed and said, "Can you stop treating me like this, Spencer? If I do something wrong, tell me and I'll change.'

"Just keep being obedient and I won't be angry."

"Spencer!"

"Spencer!"

As the two walked along, they met several people who stopped and saluted Spencer.

"Hmm." He clung tighter to Fiona and kept on walking.

The people who saw them could barely hide the smiles on their faces, which made Fiona's face turn red in embarrassment. She closed her eyes and pretended to have passed out. 'I will never come back here again,' she thought.

It was then that Spencer lowered his head and saw that Fiona's eyes were closed. Some strands of hair were gently resting on her face and her long lashes were slightly fluttering. There was a flush on her face that made her cheeks look rosy. He thought that she looked very beautiful. It felt nice to see her obediently lying in his arms and surrendering to his control.

Fiona had a glimpse of how strong the arms that carried her were as Spencer brought her all the way to the white building. His breath kept steady and they were able to reach the infirmary in a short matter of time.

"Oh, what brings you here, Fiona?"

There was only a male doctor in his forties in the infirmary. Seeing Spencer walk in carrying Fiona, he quickly stood up. "Is her foot injured?"

"You know me?" Fiona asked, confused.

The doctor chuckled and said, "I only heard of you but didn't know how you looked like. People who came in today were talking about you and you're finally here."

"Enough with the chatter, Jim. What's wrong with her?" Spencer blurted out, interrupting the doctor.

"Well, well. How are you feeling, Fiona Do you feel sick?" Jim approached her.

Spencer carefully placed her on the hospital bed and said, "Tell him."

"I... I'm fine." Fiona blushed and sat on the bed. "I just need to drink warm water." "Yes?" The doctor turned to Spencer.

"She got her period and she's in terrible pain!" Spencer shouted angrily.

Fiona raised a hand to her brows to hide her flushed face. Spencer was a fool!

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that." The doctor shook his head. "Just rest and drink some warm water."

"What are you saying?" Spencer gave the doctor an incredulous look. "You're a doctor, aren't you? You should find a way to make her feel better, or I'll have my men make a target out of you for practice shooting."

"Please forgive me, Spencer!" The doctor sat beside Fiona with a frown on his face. "When did it start hurting?"

"Last night."

"Have you ever felt this way during your past cycles?"

Fiona shook her head and said, "I just felt a bit of pain, but I feel much better now."

Spencer didn't say a word as he stood beside the bed. 'Did I frighten her too much yesterday?' he wondered.

"Maybe it's because you're not used to the climate here. Have more rest, eat on time, and don't run around." With that, the doctor turned to Spencer. "There's really no cure for that, Spencer. I just told her everything I know."

"Then what's the point of keeping you here?" Spencer glowered at the doctor as he picked up Fiona and carried her out of the room.

"Spencer!" Fiona cried. "Put me down! My leg isn't broken. I can walk by myself!"

"Fuck! Don't you even realize that a lot of women would gladly trade places with you to be carried like this in my arms? You're so ungrateful." Spencer snorted.

"Then, carry them. I don't need your kindness." Fiona tried to push him away, but her touch felt powerless against the firm muscles on his chest. Spencer wouldn't budge.

"Don't struggle for no reason." With a triumphant smile, Spencer brought Fiona to his apartment on the second floor of the white building.

Fiona was stunned to see Spencer's two-bedroom apartment. The place was not like anything she had imagined. It looked more like a proper condominium unit than a dormitory room. Keeping true to Spencer's style, it was furnished well, complete with a bar counter.

"Is this your home?" Fiona muttered.

There was sadness in Spencer's eyes as he put Fiona on the bed of the guest bedroom. "Yes, this is my home," he replied. "You can clean up first. There are clothes in the wardrobe you can use." Once Spencer had left the room, Fiona leapt out of bed and pulled down her trousers to have a look at the stain. What should she do? Should she leave Spencer's place? She desperately needed sanitary napkins!

As she struggled with these thoughts, Spencer knocked on her door and it swung open. Seeing the distressed look on her face, he smiled and threw something in her direction. "Catch!"

"What is this?" Fiona caught the bag and looked inside. There were sanitary napkins!

"What? How did you get them?" Fiona's eyes widened. The blush on her cheeks betrayed her embarrassment.

"We use them."

"Huh?" Fiona's eyes almost popped out. She looked at him like he was a pervert.

It was the first time that he had seen such an expression on Fiona's face. He stepped closer to her, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Yes, they're very useful. We put them in our shoes and hats to soak up the moisture."

Fiona nodded in understanding, but she couldn't help but imagine Spencer putting a huge piece of sanitary napkin in his hat. She burst into laughter.

The corners of her mouth pulled into a soft smile and her face flushed with spirit. She looked more beautiful with a smile on.

Spencer held his breath when he saw the happy grin on Fiona's face. The smile blossomed like a flower in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and warned, "Fiona, don't smile at others, okay?"

"Why not?" The smile quickly faded on Fiona's face. In the blink of an eye, she was completely expressionless again.

He answered coldly, "Because it's ugly. Stay here today while I work in the next room."

Spencer slammed the door shut as he left. Fiona collected herself. She had laughed with all her heart.

As he was about to leave, it occurred to Spencer that it was almost time for lunch. He turned to Johnson and said, "Go and ask the chef to make some iron-rich dishes for Fiona."

"Yes, sir!"

Johnson immediately went downstairs after hearing his order.

Restless, Spencer went to Fiona's room. Opening the door, he saw her lying in the bed, sound asleep. Her black hair was laid out on her pillow. Her breath was steady, and she looked very serene and beautiful.

Lost in thought, Spencer kept himself from entering the room. 'If my mother hadn't died, you'd have been like a sister to me. What should I do now, Fiona? You've changed a lot since you were a kid.'D