When I Flash-Married a Billionaire, My Ex Went on a Hunger Strike novel Chapter 66

His fingers were cold and firm, the joints sharply defined.

The man was strong.

When his knuckles pressed down with force, the pain shot through Adora so sharply that she cried out, her eyes snapping open.

“Breathe through it,” he said flatly, his expression stern and unbothered.

But Adora couldn’t.

She was already in unbearable pain, and now he was making it worse.

Her body twisted in protest as she gripped his hands tightly.

“It hurts… stop, Louis… it hurts…” she gasped, curling up, her palms slick with sweat as she clutched at him.

Louis didn’t budge, continuing to apply pressure.

Eugene rushed back and had barely stepped through the door when he heard Adora’s cries.

He panicked, thinking his uncle was hurting her, and bolted toward the bedroom.

“Uncle, wait…!”

But the scene inside wasn’t what he imagined.

Louis turned, his eyes sharp enough to cut. “Did you get everything?”

Eugene nodded and stepped in quickly. “Yeah—painkillers, heating pads, rubbing alcohol, cotton swabs… The heating pads are the standard rubber kind.”

“Fill them with hot water.”

“Got it.”

Louis paused the massage, but when he tried to pull his hands back, Adora, still half out of it, was clinging to him.

“Let go,” he said coolly.

Only then did she realize what she was doing and slowly loosened her grip.

Louis returned with a glass of warm water. “Take another painkiller. It’ll work the fastest.”

Adora lay on her side, still curled up tightly, her eyes closed.

In a faint voice, she murmured, “I already took two…”

He froze. “You took painkillers and you’re still in this much pain?”

Adora was speechless.

“You had a checkup at the hospital not long ago, didn’t you?” Louis said, his voice low as the memory surfaced.

“Did you mention any of this to the doctor?”

“I had an abdominal ultrasound… they couldn’t find the cause…”

She lay back down, closed her eyes, her face still drawn tight in pain.

“Adora, this can help with the pain, but I need you to stay still,” Louis said as he opened a small case of sterile needles, his tone firm and measured.

“If you start thrashing around like before and I miss the spot, it could seriously hurt you.”

Adora didn’t even open her eyes.

Her voice was faint. “No, thanks. I just need some sleep…”

“You’re in this much pain. Do you think you can sleep?”

“Not your concern.”

“If I hadn’t come, it wouldn’t be. But since I’m here, I’m seeing it through.”

His words were cold but resolute—this was his responsibility.

Without waiting for a response, Louis pulled out his phone and made a call, switching it to speaker and setting it on the edge of the bed.

“Hi, Dr. Bell, it’s Louis Walker. I’m treating a patient with severe menstrual cramps and considering some pressure point therapy, but I want to double-check a few areas. Can you walk me through them?”

Adora’s eyes flew open.

She stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t know how to do it?!”