178: That Time of the Month (III)

Several minutes later, Claude walked in with a tray in his hands and a hot water bottle tucked under his arm. Ayla watched him make his way further into the room with squinted eyes. The frown from earlier was no longer there and his brows seemed to have relaxed in the time he was gone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she eyed the man. She hated it when she was the one causing him pain. 

"Where are you lost?" Claude settled down next to her on the bed, placing the tray in between the two of them. 

"Just thinking…" 

"About?" Claude probed. He was eager to know what could be so important that she barely acknowledged his presence. But he wasn't expecting the reply he got in return.

"You." Ayla shrugged as if it was only normal for her to be thinking of him. 

"I hope it's all good." He glanced up at her with hopeful eyes. 

"It