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

Luca pushed the door open and smiled as she looked at Tommy, who had knocked on the door. "Yes?"

"Ms. Luca, I can't sleep. Can you read a bedtime story for me?" asked Tommy as he lifted his head. He had too much fun during the daytime, and the fascinating marine show during the evening made him too wound up to fall asleep.

However, his usual bedtime routine reminded him that it was time to sleep. Otherwise, he would feel tired at school tomorrow.

After giving it some thought, Tommy went to find Luca, hoping that she could read him a bedtime story with her gentle voice. It could help him sleep peacefully.

Luca nodded and agreed. She glanced back at Luke, who was sitting on the bed with a face brimming with unfulfilled desires. She said, "Let me read a bedtime story for him first."

Luke slowly nodded. His expression was still gloomy, but he had no choice as it was his son's request.

After all, it was just a bedtime story. He could wait for her.

Luca smiled, held Tommy's hand, and walked toward his bedroom.

Once they entered his bedroom, she picked a new book and began reading.

Luca slowly narrated the story with her gentle voice. Tommy's excited mood gradually calmed, and his eyes were closing.

Half an hour later, Luca closed the book. As she listened to the rhythmic sound of the child's breathing, she tucked him in. Then, she rose to her feet and closed the door behind her.

Luca did not return to the master bedroom immediately. Instead, she went into Lanie and Rainie's bedroom to check on them. When she saw them asleep, she walked back to the master bedroom, feeling relieved.

Luke leaned against the bedside, reading his book. Half an hour had gone by, and he seemed to be in a better mood. Still, when Luca met his dark eyes, she knew that there was no way she could avoid him tonight.

"Are they asleep?" Luke stood up and walked toward Luca, wrapping his arms around her slender waist.

"Yes. They're asleep," answered Luca.

night deepened, a profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom

of reporters. If an ambulance were

expression on her face. "What kind of mess have you made? This won't work, and that won't work either. What do we need to do to get my son out

the news. The hospital's management team, who were aware of the situation, were all present. They knew that they needed to get Pierre out of the hospital. However, every

not work, as it would certainly be discovered by the reporters. They definitely could not take

half an hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still

Karen questioning him. If he was not mistaken, the

found Pierre in the hospital, the

at the moment. Even though he was not yet convicted, he remained a suspect in an

would be suspected of hiding information and harboring a

trying to to find a solution," answered the director

side, and on the other, the

up and declared, "In any case, we must get Mr.

condition stabilized, the hospital director suggested that he be discharged and sent back to the Mallory manor for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would

family's influence, he had no

solution. He felt overwhelmed, unable

him was out

an option. Even though it could get Pierre out, it would draw too much attention. The police would investigate later. If they

should hide Mr. Pierre somewhere else," suggested one of the personnel in

hospital firmly denied it, the police would not be able

"Where?" asked Karen

who proposed the idea pondered for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide.

morgue. "That's where

a place full of corpses was not just something she

man argued.

police would not

"Or..."