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.

profound darkness settled in. The very air in the bedroom seemed to be gradually infused with a whisper of

surrounded by a swarm of reporters. If an ambulance

face. "What kind of mess have you made? This won't

rushed to the hospital when he received 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

the plan of attempting to use an ambulance to draw the reporters' attention could not work, as it would certainly be discovered by

news broke out, and Pierre was still in the hospital

when he heard Karen questioning him. If he was not mistaken, the

found Pierre in the hospital, the

he was not yet convicted, he remained a

be suspected of hiding information and harboring

to to find a solution,"

side, and on the other, the

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

for recuperation. However, the Mallory family was reluctant to do so, believing that staying in the hospital would

family's influence, he had no choice

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

was out of the question, and an ambulance would not

it would draw too much attention. The

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

arrive. They would search the hospital. If the hospital firmly denied it, the police would not be able to find him. If they could not find

"Where?" asked Karen

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

the morgue. "That's where bodies

was not just

argued. He thought Pierre pretending to be a dead body

not search

"Or..."