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.

a profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to

a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance were to come out from inside, a convoy of reporters' vehicles

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were all present. They knew that they needed to get Pierre out of the hospital. However,

the reporters' attention could not work, as it would certainly be discovered by

half an hour had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in the hospital ward, unable to

heard Karen questioning him. If he

the hospital, the hospital would also be in

all, Pierre's identity was sensitive at the moment. Even though he was not yet

of hiding information and harboring

to find a

had the tenacious Karen on one side, and on the other, the media and the

and declared, "In any case, we must

back to the Mallory manor for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would lead to a better recovery

to withstand the Mallory family's influence, he had no

solution. He felt overwhelmed, unable to

They were at a loss too. Using a normal car to transport him was out of the question, and an ambulance would not work either.

not an option. Even though it could get Pierre out, it would draw too much attention. The police would investigate

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

the police would not be able to find him. If they could not find him, all of them

"Where?" asked Karen

the idea pondered for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide. The police will conduct a thorough search. The

opposed it when she heard him mentioning the morgue. "That's where bodies are stored. Are you

a place full of corpses was not just something she disagreed with. Even

place for the police to search now," the man argued. He thought Pierre pretending to be a dead body there might

would not search that thoroughly

"Or..."