When I Got My Senses Back

Chapter VI: Surprise! I'm More Than Just A Rich Family's Son—I Can Cure Your Insomnia! (2)

Christine grabbed Reginald’s wrist, intending to shove him into the bathtub filled with muddy water. But Reginald twisted his arm and grabbed her hand instead, hurling her into the tub with force.

Christine fell in hard and the muddy water rushed into her nose and mouth, and shards of broken glass sliced into her skin, staining the water red with blood.

A flicker of shock crossed Reginald’s face.

He had expected her to scream. Instead, she remained silent, gritting her teeth against the pain. He couldn’t help but think of how Garrett had cried uncontrollably over a mere cut on his foot. He wondered, “Why is it that a woman can endure such pain, while a man cannot?”

As he leaned in to check her injuries, if she was okay, Christine suddenly grabbed his collar and yanked him into the tub. Off guard, Reginald toppled in.

His knee landed between her legs, his hand caught the edge of the tub, and his lips accidentally brushed her forehead.

Christine’s clothes were soaked through, clinging to her skin and outlining her flawless figure. The two of them lay in the tub in an unmistakably intimate position. Reginald’s hand was still on her waist—even though she had already steadied herself, he hadn’t let go. That slender waist, that tender skin…. it felt as delicate as fresh buttered dough.

Garrett saw everything. Jealousy flared in his eyes. He clenched his fists and threw himself backward in a deliberate collapse.

"Garrett!"

Christine, seeing Garrett faint, pushed Reginald away at once, leaving him in the tub. She dragged the nearly uninjured Garrett out of the bathroom with difficulty.

Reginald watched them leave, then calmly stood up from the tub, rinsed his wounds briefly, and walked out.

“Young Master Belmont, you’re hurt!”

Christine’s personal maid rushed over as soon as she saw him covered in cuts and bruises. She pulled him to the sofa and began tending to his wounds.

Reginald looked at her thoughtfully and asked, “What’s your name?”

The maid blinked. Was he suffering from memory loss now? “I’m Sadie.”

Sadie was the only one in the Alexander household who truly cared about Reginald. When he lost his mind and was forced into marriage with Christine, Sadie had volunteered to become her maid, just so she could stay close and look after him. She had known him even before the marriage and he was the only reason she stayed and is still here.

Reginald noticed Sadie yawning repeatedly, her expression tired. He asked gently, “Sadie, have you been sleeping well lately?”

Sadie sighed. “Not really. I keep having nightmares. Even medicine doesn’t help. Maybe I’ve been working too much.”

Reginald took off the delicate bone pendant hanging from his neck. “Sadie, I can help you. Your work isn't that much.”

He led her to his room and took out a necklace from his neck. He opened the pendant, revealing a fine powder inside. “This is a sleep powder I used when I had insomnia. Just dissolve a little in water and drink it, you’ll sleep soundly.”

Sadie did as he said, and sure enough, she soon grew drowsy.

Reginald gently closed the door behind her, intending to return to his own room. But just then, he saw Garrett carrying sleeping pills into Christine’s room.

Curious, he asked a maid, “What’s my brother doing with those sleeping pills?”

The maid replied, “You don’t know, Reggie? Madam has been suffering from severe insomnia. She hasn’t slept for two weeks. The doctors are at a loss. They said only the scent of something called ‘Lacandelle’ could help her sleep, but no one knows what that is. Madam even imprisoned the doctors out of frustration.”

Reginald gave a cold laugh. “Christine Alexander, how fortunate you are. I, the one person who possesses Lacandelle powder, am only willing to help you because you were once my junior in school.”

He made up his mind and stepped into Christine’s room.

Leaning against the doorframe, Reginald gave a small yawn. “Sleeping pills are useless against severe insomnia.”

Christine, her face drawn with exhaustion and fury, snapped, “Reginald Belmont, I’m not in the mood to play games with you tonight!”

Garrett tried to calm her. “Reggie, stop messing around! Christine’s health is really bad, she needs rest!”

Reginald ignored Garrett. His gaze stayed fixed on Christine. “I can cure your insomnia.”

Christine’s expression darkened. She clearly didn’t believe him. “Reginald Belmont, do you know what happens to those who toy with my health? Go ask the doctors who gave me false hope who are all eating prison food on a daily.”

Reginald shot back, “And what if I really can help? What then?”