Dominic’s pov ;
I watched her closely, my gaze tracing the slight furrow in her brow.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable in your stomach?” I asked, trying to sound neutral, though I was more concerned than I let on.
She looked up, her face a little flushed. “I…I think I just ate too much. My stomach’s been bloated, and drinking water hasn’t helped.”
“Don’t drink more water if it’s bloated,” I told her. I moved to the cabinet and took out the medicine box, searching until I found a strip of lactase.
Handing it to her, I said, “Take a few of these and rest. They’ll help with digestion.”
She accepted the pills with a small nod, her expression both grateful and a bit shy. In a few minutes, the tension in her face softened as she relaxed.
The bloating seemed to be easing, and
