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

Chapter 3453 Gouge Out Her Eyes

Abel's hand paused for a moment before he continued stroking her eyelids.

"What's wrong?" His voice was eerily low, carrying a chilling edge.

Hera could not see his expression, but just the sound of his voice was enough to send shivers down her spine.

"Thank you." Hera forced herself to smile, summoning what little courage she had.

"No need for thanks. Just be good from now on." Abel's fingers continued their slow, deliberate caress. It was like he was handling a priceless treasure.

Hera remained still, letting him touch her without protest. More than anything, she did not dare to speak.

She was terrified that if she broke the moment and interrupted whatever was going through his mind, he would be displeased.

At that moment, Luca brought the food to the table and asked, "Mr. Abel, Ms. Sanchez, lunch is ready. Would you prefer to eat here or in your room?"

"I'll go with whatever my baby wants." Hera smiled sweetly, masking her fear behind a bright smile. For some reason, she had this horrifying feeling that Abel might gouge out her eyes at any moment. "Babe, will you be staying for lunch?"

Abel had never been particularly interested in Luca's cooking. He was just about to refuse when a rich, savory aroma drifted through the air. He hesitated for a second before saying, " I'll eat here."

"Then we'll eat here," Hera quickly agreed.

Luca glanced at Hera's hands and noticed a faint tremor. She gave a slight nod and said, " Alright. Let's eat."

Hera still did not dare to move.

Only when Abel finally lifted his hand away from her face did she slowly open her eyes. For a moment, it felt as though she was seeing the world anew.

She had genuinely thought he was about to dig her eyes out...

Hera let out a quiet sigh of relief, quickly stood up, and took his hand. "Come on. Let's go eat in the dining room."

"Okay," replied Abel.

With that, they headed toward the dining area.

Luca turned to Gerald and said, "Call Mr. Shanks for lunch."

Shanks said he's busy and won't be coming down. Should

glanced at Abel, guessing that Shanks was deliberately avoiding him

room.

just bring

quickly got to

herself and Gerald, then turned to Abel and Hera." Mr. Abel, Ms. Sanchez, we'll be eating in the kitchen. Please take your

When she returned to serve the chowder, she caught Hera shooting her a subtle

what that look

only natural she did

did not want

watched helplessly as Luca completely ignored her silent plea and walked straight into the

an awkward

as much as I hate to admit it, Luca's cooking is actually really good. You should try it." Hera reached out to serve Abel

a chunk of meat and tasted it. He had to admit that it

in a slow, deliberate tone, "This is the first time I've heard you praise

smile stiffened. "Oh, come on! That wasn't a

I'm not

Abel nodded. "It is."

just complimented Luca in front of Abel. She needed to be more careful in the future and avoid mentioning Luca too

Luca a heads-up and let

any time she spoke against Luca in front of Abel, it was just an act. It was a way to keep herself

thought aside, Hera took a

Abel's phone

Abel answered

idea what the person

he stood up. After ending the call, he said, " Finish your lunch. I

a few more bites before you go," Hera cooed

and left

When she was first brought here, she had been furious about being left in this place. Now, she almost hoped

not have to serve Abel, and she still

sick. Shanks had not explicitly told her, but she understood that she could not afford to mess around anymore. Every reckless indulgence

on her body.

dull, so she wandered over to

Luca and Gerald sitting on small stools, eating quietly, she was speechless. They had deliberately avoided sitting at the dining table, showing Abel absolute respect on the surface. In reality, though, they had just thrown her straight into the fire. Gerald noticed Hera standing at the kitchen doorway. He could not help but smile and ask, " Ms. Sanchez, do you need more food?

was not even holding