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.

connections in Russia, and that included Ray. It was easy for him to look for

that would arouse his

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

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

lay down on her bed

Although she had dressed her wound and

grow and reproduce under such a cold environment if it

problem that could be solved

here would remind Luca that Luke would probably be embarrassed during the meeting. However, their trip

about it, the more anxious

up the bottle of medicine on the bedside table. She swallowed a

was finally feeling sleepy after taking the pills. Despite still feeling anxious, she fell

Gordan's villa.

It was two a.m.

by the heavy pounding

sat up, feeling annoyed. He glanced at his phone.

out of there!" Ray's voice

while he said, "Are you out of your mind?

got furious when he saw Gordan's sleepy appearance. He pointed at him and scolded, "Bastard, how can you

Do you think everyone is just like you? You have nothing better to do than to come here and get roaring

Norton, look at what you've done!" Ray threw

maid had called Ray in the evening. She asked Ray if Vivian was

was not in

her phone was turned off. There was no way Ray could

to find Vivian. He asked Vivian's friends about her whereabouts, but

choice but to

Vivian's bedroom door open and found a stack of papers on

were copies of a divorce

of the paper scratched Gordan's handsome yet bruised face. He yelled at Ray with dissatisfaction, “What the f*ck are

sister?" Ray clenched his fists. His

that Vivian would suddenly file a

anything to that ugly woman!" Gordan clenched his fists. If it were not for the bruises on his face, he would not be suppressing his urge to pick a fight