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

Chapter 3391 Ease The Ache Of Longing

Abel chuckled. His voice was low and gravelly.

"Hera, let's agree on something. Don't use threats of leaving to manipulate me anymore, or I won't be happy," said Abel in a low voice.

What might have sounded like a plea or a compromise came across to Hera as a veiled threat.

The cool sensation of his fingers brushed against her eyelids, and she could not help but shiver. His touch felt as cold as death itself. She could not feel a trace of warmth.

Her hands clenched tightly together. The tension in her grip was the only thing keeping her from trembling further. "Alright," Hera murmured obediently.

Abel withdrew his hand.

Hera opened her eyes. A strange unease stirred within her. For reasons she could not quite explain, Abel's behavior filled her with an unsettling dread...

"Will you stay at the hospital with me tonight?" Hera could not help but crave some semblance of comfort.

Abel frowned slightly. "Stay here with you? And what about Luca?"

"You could just send her home. I only want you to stay," Hera gently held his arm and whined, but all she felt was the icy chill of his skin. It was not just his fingers, his entire arm was unnaturally cold.

His entire being was ice-cold, like that of a corpse-absent of any warmth.

Hera froze as her mind reeled. She recalled past moments of physical contact, and his body temperature had always been like this.

Back then, her focus had been on securing money, so she had not paid attention to these eerie details.

Now, a wave of unease washed over her. What kind of person has a body temperature so low?

"I have other matters to attend to. Stay here, rest, and don't make trouble," Abel refused to stay at the hospital.

There was no chance he would spend the night in the hospital with her.

"Alright." Hera did not feel disappointed. Instead, she felt relieved.

She felt she needed to appear deeply infatuated with him. Hence, that was what she did. However, deep down, his refusal had brought her a strange sense of comfort.

"Get well. Listen to Luca. Do as she says, and don't pull any stunts that might worsen your condition. I don't like women who look sickly," said Abel. His Kassy deserved nothing less than the healthiest set of eyes.

"Got it. I'll behave," Hera replied with a bright smile.

Once Abel left, the smile dropped from her face. She stared at the luxury handbag box in her lap, lost in thought. Was it really worth staying by the side of such a volatile man for the sake of money?

flicked to the box

is a designer handbag.

Luca said nothing.

"Some people just lack talent. They'll work their whole lives and still never own something like this. Tsk, Abel really does treat me

herself that he certainly

was all for her

your medicine." Luca had no interest in designer bags or

for her, sparing her the need to familiarize herself with the latest brands or trends. As a result, she harbored no

that Luca's detached attitude was a deliberate

Abel's world, but their roles could not have been more

even. People admired her for what

could not be publicly

others she was in a romantic

enviable among

sparked a

of warm

to knock

Abel's earlier warnings held her back. He was displeased with her falling ill, almost as though he was blaming

Hera took the pills and swallowed

days later, after undergoing various tests, Hera

the small villa with

to her room. Noticing

your boss?" demanded

Gerald stood at the door, looking genuinely puzzled. How could he

You don't even know where your boss is?"

innocent look on his face. "The last time he

back?" Hera's voice grew sharper. "Where is

thought to himself that while her body seemed to have recovered from the hospital stay, her intelligence was

her that Abel had not returned? No one would be able to

had already already answered her question. "Why are you

"Ms. Sanchez, the boss gave us strict orders to keep our distance from you. If

close, we'll be punished. I don't dare step into your

moment, recalling Abel's obsessive possessiveness. It was

Stop hovering and get out of

you can find me downstairs." As soon as she dismissed him, he practically

that despite her bad temper, she

nothing more than to keep