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

Someone knocked on the door when she had just laid down on her bed.

“Have you slept?" Luke asked.

Luca sat up on the bed. She turned to face in the direction of the door and said, "Not yet, Mr. Crawford. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Luke fell silent for a few seconds. Luca did not open the door as though she was guarding against him. Luke shook his head helplessly. He was a man sitting in a wheelchair now, and there was nothing he could do to her. Even so, she was still not letting her guard down.

It seemed like the days they had spent together were all for nothing.

"I came to tell you that you don't have to wake up early tomorrow," said Luke. He did not insist on asking her to open the door.

Luca was surprised. She got out of her bed and went to open the door. Luke was outside the door, and the distance between them was less than an arm's length.

"Mr. Crawford, don't we have an important meeting to attend tomorrow?" Luca asked with confusion.

Luke told her that she would have to follow him to the meeting when they were eating together today. Jason could not understand Russian, so Luca was in charge of the relevant matters. Meanwhile, Jason would be standing aside to help them.

Luca knew she could not refuse, so she had no choice but to agree with it.

"I've just received the news that something came up and the first party can't attend the meeting. The meeting has been postponed, and the time will only be confirmed at a later time," said Luke. He had just received the notice from the first party, so he came here to inform her.

"Okay. I get it." Luca was reluctant. Postponing the meeting would mean that they would be going back at a later date.

Luca had no idea whether her wound would worsen if she went back a day later.

Luke noticed the subtle expression on her face and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"No, Mr. Crawford." Luca shook her head. She could not tell him that she was injured, so she could not tell him the reason why she was in a hurry to go back either.

'In that case, I'll need to head to the clinic nearby tomorrow.'

"You can tell me if there's anything you need," Luke remembered that Luca had gone to a few pharmacies today. Although she was a pharmaceutical scientist, there was no need for her to visit so many pharmacies.

Unless she was looking for certain types of medicine.

you, Mr. Crawford." Luca nodded. Luke had a few connections in Russia, and that included Ray. It was easy for him

would arouse

said Luke. He suppressed the desire in his heart, maneuvered the wheelchair, and returned to

sound of the door closing. Then, she closed her door

on her bed again, feeling

was worried about her wound. Although she had dressed her wound and taken an antibiotic injection, she

such a cold environment if it

not a problem that could be solved by relying on her immune

staying here would remind Luca that Luke would probably be embarrassed

more Luca thought about it, the more anxious

the bedside table. She swallowed a sleeping pill, lay down on the bed, and covered herself

pills. Despite still feeling anxious, she fell deeply

Gordan's villa.

It was two a.m.

the

it?" Gordan sat up, feeling annoyed. He glanced at his

there!" Ray's voice came from outside the

and pushed the door open while he said, "Are you out of your mind? Why are you

Gordan's sleepy appearance. He pointed at

you? You have nothing better to do than to come here and get roaring drunk in the

Gordan Norton, look at what you've done!" Ray threw a stack of

Ray in the evening. She asked

had a bad feeling. After he made sure that Vivian was

and her phone was turned off. There was no way Ray could locate where Vivian was

He asked Vivian's friends about her

but to come

open and found a stack of papers on the

of

of the paper scratched Gordan's handsome yet bruised face. He

Ray clenched his

refused to believe that Vivian would suddenly file a divorce. Hence, Gordan must have

anything. I'll never do anything to that ugly woman!" Gordan clenched his fists. If it were not for the bruises on his face, he would