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.

the night deepened, a profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to be gradually infused

hospital was surrounded by a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance were to come out from

mess have you made? This won't work, and that

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

work, as it would certainly be

had passed since the news broke out, and Pierre was still in

him. If

hospital, the

all, Pierre's identity was sensitive at the moment. Even though he was not yet convicted, he remained a suspect in

information

We're trying to to find a solution," answered the director as he massaged

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

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

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

influence, he had no choice but to

family was pressuring him again to find a solution. He felt overwhelmed, unable to come up

hospital exchanged uneasy glances with each other. 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. The number of reporters outside

out, it would draw too much attention.

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

would search the hospital. If the hospital firmly denied it, the police

"Where?" asked Karen

for a moment. Then, he cautiously said, "Nowhere is safe to hide. The police will conduct a thorough search. The safest place might be the

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

in a place full of corpses was not just

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

would not search that thoroughly in the

"Or..."