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

Aunt Neile took the paper that Luca handed to her. She could not help but praise her handwriting, "Ms. Craw, your handwriting is truly elegant."

Her writing flowed gently, as if the pen had glided effortlessly on the paper.

Luca blushed with a hint of embarrassment after being complimented and put on a faint smile.

Aunt Neile continued, "My little grandson has just started learning to write. I wish he could write as neatly as you do in the future."

"Let him try practicing on calligraphy copybooks," suggested Luca. All three of her children were using them to practice writing, and they were also learning calligraphy.

It was to help them develop beautiful handwriting in the future.

"I'll have my daughter-in-law buy some. Your handwriting is really beautiful," exclaimed Aunt Neile as she folded the paper neatly and put it in her wallet. "Ms. Craw, I'll buy the herbs tomorrow morning."

"Thank you. Oh, there's nothing else to do here. Aunt Neile, you may go home now," replied Luca, allowing Aunt Neile to leave as she had already completed all her tasks.

"Alright then. I shall leave first. Take care and get some rest, Ms. Craw," said Aunt Neile happily as she was delighted to be able to leave work early.

After Aunt Neile left, the entire villa fell into a peaceful hush.

Luca returned to her bedroom, freshened up, and sat on the bed reading some books while waiting for Luke to come back from work.

Even though Luca felt a bit tired, she wanted to wait for him before going to bed tonight.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Luke drove back to the villa. After parking the car, he made his way up the stairs. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a warm glow spilled from inside.

His heart warmed as he saw that Luca was still awake, waiting for him.

As Luke pushed open the bedroom door, he saw Luca sitting by the bedside, engrossed in her book.

When Luca heard the door open, she looked up at him. Their eyes met, revealing a touch of tenderness in each other's gaze.

Luca wore a gentle smile and said, “You're back.”

you asleep

yet." Luca placed the book on the bedside table. She did not rest well last night and had been relying on coffee during the day to stay awake. However, the caffeine's effects had worn off, and now she was undoubtedly tired. Still, she wanted to wait for Luke to come back before going to

as he felt her tenderness. Then, he heard Luca say, "Aunt Neile made some chicken noodle soup and left some for you.

"Sure." Luke nodded.

as she got off the bed and put

Luke. He knew Luca was waiting for him. Before he had the chance to put down

put away

Neile left in the pot to heat. Then, she washed some

chicken noodle soup was gently simmering, she added

minutes had passed, and the noodles

brought the steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup

the bowl of noodles and then glanced at Luca's

the bowl with bare hands, and he noticed her fingers were slightly red. He furrowed his brows and held her hands, asking, "Did

from the

the Bianca she used to be, who would have been in pain from even the slightest

on the Island of Despair, along with the

same for anyone who had

head, indicating that she did not feel any pain. "I'm fine. It

all red," replied Luke, recalling how Bianca used to be so sensitive to pain. She would wear insulated gloves just

person, but her pain receptors seemed to have

of sympathy and

start eating before the soup get cold," urged Luca. She pulled

being a serious burn. Her skin was no longer so

appetizing, with a small bunch of Brussels

supper,

up his cutleries, but he did not immediately indulge in it. He asked Luca, "Would

shook her head and replied, "I'm

I finish all of it, I'll be too full to sleep.