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

Nina felt her consciousness fading when she heard that. To remain conscious, she clenched her hands into tight fists so her nails would dig into the flesh of her palms. “In your dreams! Pierre Mallory, why do you think I dared to appear here? It's because it's that time of the month for me. So you can continue dreaming about doing whatever your heart desires with me!"

"What?" Pierre did not get the message and knotted his brows together as he asked.

The bargirl sitting beside him got the memo and whispered to him, "Mr. Pierre, she means a woman's time of the month."

Pierre immediately understood everything. His brows were furrowed together. He wanted Nina, but not under these circumstances.

Nina glared at him. She seemed to want to say something else, but the drugs paralyzed her and rendered her unable to say even another word aloud. Finally, she lost consciousness and collapsed to the floor.

Pierre ordered, "Put her on the couch."

When the two bargirls heard him, they stood up and walked toward Nina. Nina had a petite frame, which meant the two bargirls only needed to exert a little bit of strength to pick her up and place her on the couch.

As Pierre stared at the unconscious woman, there was no sign that he was going to do what he had just threatened to do to her previously. All the excitement he felt had vanished after hearing what she said just now.

"You two, go check if what she said is true," he said.

The two bargirls had astonished expressions on their faces as they said, "Mr. Pierre, is it necessary for us to check something like that?"

"What? Are you saying that I should go instead so I can lose interest completely?" As Pierre stood, he said, "I'm going to the washroom. You two conduct a check on her. This woman's very calculating.

There's a 90 percent chance that she's lying to me."

As the two bargirls watched Pierre walk toward the washroom, they had no choice but to check if Nina was lying.

Several moments later, Pierre returned from the washroom and asked, "So, what's the outcome?"

"Mr. Pierre, she really is on her time of the month..." the bargirl replied.

that Nina would turn him down and rather choose death than obey him, which was why he specially prepared a drug for her.

That was a miscalculation...

the unconscious woman in front of him and ordered,

on the bargirls' faces. One of them said, "Mr. Pierre, why don't you get the servers outside to do that? Both of us are girls.

ugly expression on his face as he took out a stack of dollar bills from

Percy. He was no longer willing to see any men stand beside her and come into any form of

car, all this cash

Without discussing it between themselves, they

ahead of them and pushed the door open so he could

could leave. They would never be able to earn

Nina and followed Pierre. They heaved a sigh of relief when

so that she would not bump or

stood by the curb and watched the car leave, one of them asked, "Oh, right. Mr. Pierre had quite a bit

so worried? It's not like this is the first time he's driving after drinking. Even if he gets caught, the police will avoid him when they realize who he

earned more than enough today. Come on, let's go split the money between us," the bargirl stopped worrying about

Percy finished working, he drove

and noticed that the

as he picked up his phone and tried sending Nina a

night he slept with her, he had secretly taken her phone, unlocked it, and unblocked his number. Then, he had deleted any traces

were asleep, her phone would be on silent. Thus, even if she were asleep now and he

for five minutes and still did

gazed at his phone with a gentle

a copy of Nina's keys from his pocket. Luke had used his connections

not made sense of his feelings for Nina and did not think too much about them, chalking them up to feelings of possessiveness. However, he realized after that he was not being possessive. Nina had taken ownership of his

of mistakes and hurt Nina. Although she chose to stay with him, the damage had already been done and they still