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

Vivian came to the first floor. The maid stepped forward and asked her before Vivian left, “Ms. Vivian, we're preparing for dinner now. Is there anything you'd like to have for dinner tonight?"

Vivian was startled for a moment. Yes, it was time for dinner.

She would usually ask the maid to ask her what to prepare for meals so that she could get them to make some of Gordan's favorite dishes.

"I'm going out. Go upstairs and ask Mr. Norton about it. There's no need to prepare my portion." Vivian looked down so that the maid would not notice her mood.

"Ah... Okay." The maid did not expect Vivian to say something like this. She would usually plan the dishes for each meal.

Vivian put on her coat, turned around, and left.

The maid watched Vivian leave. She had no choice but to turn around and head upstairs. Then, she knocked on Gordan's bedroom door.

"I'm busy." Gordan thought Vivian was knocking on the door, so he yelled impatiently.

"Mr. Norton, I'm the maid. I'd like to ask what you'd like to have for dinner tonight," the maid asked timidly.

The maid? It was not Vivian?

Gordan's hands that were toying with the figurine paused. He stood up and went to open the door. It was indeed the maid, and Vivian was not beside her.

"What?" Gordan sounded annoyed. Ray had arranged for the maids to serve them. Although they were just carrying out their duties, he felt irritated with anyone or anything related to Vivian. He wanted nothing to do with them.

Moreover, the people Ray had sent over here were not only to serve Vivian. They came to keep an eye on him.

Ray was afraid that Gordan would do something to his beloved sister. That was why he had arranged for these people to come here.

"The kitchen will be preparing dinner soon. I'd like to ask if there's anything you wish to have tonight," asked the maid. They seldom talked to Gordan, and they knew how bad his temper was. That was why they never felt inclined to talk to him.

"Why are you asking me? Where's Vivian?" Gordan hated to make decisions on such petty things. Usually, they would not even come to ask him. Vivian was self-centered enough to arrange and prepare what dishes they would be having for each meal herself.

“Ms. Vivian went out. That's why we came to ask you.”

told him. Vivian went out? That would be great. He did not have to face her. "Anything

I'm off to prepare dinner

the door and fell back into his chair to fiddle with

drive when she left the house. She

the snow. Besides, Vivian was staying in the silk-stocking district. There were barely any cabs passing by here. Hence, she had to wait for half an hour beside the road until she

was freezing out here. She could hardly feel her legs when she climbed into the

you like to

Ostin Hotel," said Vivian. She decided not to head to Ray's place. Instead, she chose to stay

take a break from her and Gordan's

not be able to find peace if she headed to

wanted to divorce Gordan. After all, it took a lot of effort for Ray to make

that she had given up so easily. That was why staying

quiet place instead of being faced

of money out of her bank account. Although she was unlike Ray, who was the leader and manager of a company, she had a share of investment in Ray's

money was not a problem for

at once. After she asked the hotel to keep her identity confidential, she

wanted peace of

Vivian was still not back home

the villa noticed that something was

Vivian would stay at home to ensure her safety and not cause

was a famous mafia in Russia, and he had many enemies.

afraid that something might have happened to Vivian seeing as she was not home at this hour. Thus, she hurried to the second floor, planning to tell Gordan

door again. Gordan thought it was Vivian. He lay down on his bed with his eyes closed, ignoring

to no good for knocking at his door

Gordan had not gone out after he ate his dinner. She bit her lip and asked, “Mr. Norton, are you

maid's voice, "I'm in bed.

back yet. I can't reach her. Is there any way you can contact her?" the

was not home