Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Luke looked at Luca, who was deep in thought. He did not know what she was thinking.

Ding! The elevator arrived at the basement parking lot.

Luca came to her senses. She wanted to refuse Luke’s offer, but Luke had already walked away. She had no other choice but to walk behind him.

She could not treat Luke like how she treated other men. Those tricks did not work on Luke.

Luca eventually caught up to Luke, and they walked to Luke’s car together. She was about to open one of the doors at the back and sit inside when Luke said, “I’m not your driver. Come and sit next to me.”

Luke had interrupted her before she could open the door.

She felt a little dejected, but this was not the time for her to hesitate. She did not want anyone else to see her, so she lowered her head, went to the side passenger seat, and sat down.

She had just fastened her seatbelt when Luke started the car and drove away.

It was the evening rush hour. If they were unlucky, their car would have to stop every few feet.

She mouthed a silent prayer for smooth traffic.

“Are you feeling nervous?” Luke noticed that she had been deliberately keeping her breathing even. He, Percy, Gale, and Rain knew how to do that.

It was a technique they had learned in their physical training to alleviate their minds from too much stress.

He did not think that Luca would have undergone the same physical training that he did, but she controlled her breathing so naturally. Luke entertained the idea of sparring with her to see how good of a fighter she was.

His words brought her back to reality. She shook her head and said, “I’m not nervous.”

he knew that the road in front would be congested. “Tommy said that you’re a good

“I’m a single woman living alone. I learned some self-defense techniques to protect

alley that was only slightly wider than his car. He continued to drive straight as though he was

head away. Did Luke say that

get physical whenever possible. Why would he want to fight her? Things were

saw me fight in New York, didn’t you? I’m not very good at fighting,” Luca said, feeling a

that you’re better than that, just like how I think that you’re more

anxiety on her face. She said, “What do you mean, Mr. Crawford? Do you think that I’m hiding something

twisting the meaning of his words. The impostor Bianca had hidden her true

his beloved Bianca’s face and put her

that the idea was laughable. If the real Bianca was indeed by his side,

If the scenario he thought had really happened, the only explanation was

asked, deciding to go

clenched into fists. “I don’t think that’s any of your concern, Mr. Crawford. My appearance does not affect my

smiled. “Indeed,”

she saw Luke’s reaction. She realized that she should not have mentioned changing her face, and she

reminded Luke

across the narrow alley, went through two intersections, and

unfastened his

Luca nodded and

walked toward the front gate

away. She could sense the man’s charm even

to look at him. If Luke had become

she

her face in embarrassment. Indeed, Luke was beginning to