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

"You're back?" Luke asked with a frown. He noticed that her coat was wet from the snow.

He knew exactly what she had been doing outside.

He frowned because Luca did not brush the snow off her shoulders, which made her clothes wet. 'What if her coat isn't waterproof and the clothes inside are wet? What if she catches a cold?'

"Yes, Mr. Crawford." Luca glanced at him, then looked away.

Luke's tone was cold as he reminded her, "Your clothes are wet. Change out of them."

Luca looked at her clothes.

"Shoulders," Luke reminded her.

Luca glanced at them and found that they were indeed wet. It did not matter since her jacket was waterproof.

"Mr. Crawford, it's dinner time. Do you want to order something?" she asked.

Seeing that she was not in a hurry to change, Luke understood that her clothes were waterproof. Even if the outer layer was soaked, the clothes inside would not be affected.

As such, he did not mention it anymore. The temperature in the room was high, and the moisture on the surface could be dried fairly quickly.

"Are you going to cook?" Luke asked. He noticed that she had looked at the kitchen when she came in earlier.

He had specially asked Jason to book a suite with a kitchen.

Not many who traveled on business would stay in suites as such. There were not many family suites like this in hotels.

Jason made a reservation at this hotel after asking around.

Luca nodded and said, "I went to check out the restaurant downstairs and it's all Russian food. I don't feel like eating it."

"I'll have what you're having," Luke said and maneuvered his wheelchair back to the room.

Luca understood what he meant. He wanted her to cook.

the refrigerator, and sure enough, there were quite a

could be commonly found in supermarkets. There was

and after she decided, she took out

he wanted to have dinner as well. If he wanted to eat, she

replied to her saying no and that he was going to eat

on the apron prepared by the hotel

On the other hand.

not stay long and left after talking to Vivian for a

villa that was rarely lively quieted down

on the sofa, still unable to calm down. She kept replaying what

It hurt...

left, Gordan went up to

usually spend much time in the living room because he did not want to see her ugly face. It

walked to the

his bedroom when she took the stairs back

always chose to take the stairs so that

she passed by Gordan's bedroom, she stopped and knocked on

it?" Gordan's voice

pursed her lips. She still wanted to talk to Gordan. She did not believe that he

not ask her what she wanted and

pursed her lips in embarrassment. Before she could even say

in his usual impatient

side... Is it

the door, and sat on the sofa by

Gordan's. She did so to feel closer to him.

could not get the exact same collection, so her shelf was

help find them, but Gordan had personally found the collectibles through

to

between the two was only so little, but in reality,

sigh. Everything that happened that day was like an extremely sharp knife that cut through her

deliberately ignoring her. It had

She loved Gordan.