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

“I don’t know who they’re from,” Bianca repeated.

She did not want to see Jean’s hurt gaze. She did not want any more stains in her life.

However, there was a fury burning in Jean’s eyes as he said, “You don’t know who they’re from? Are you kidding? Do you take me for a fool? Bianca Rayne, it’s barely been a week since we came back, and you already have another man in your life. If it’s strictly platonic, which man would spend so much money flying in fresh flowers for you?”

Bianca could not stand the way Jean was staring daggers at her.

She knew she did no wrong. Her conscience was clear.

It was true that she did not know who sent her the flowers.

“I’m going to work.” Finally, Bianca just said those words to Jean calmly, turning around and throwing the flowers into a rubbish bin nearby without giving them another glance.

Jean watched her back as Bianca walked over to the opposite side of the road calmly. Instinctively, his hands clenched into fists.

She walked toward the subway station and out of sight.

Jean was still standing by the roadside, feeling a knot of fury in his chest that he could not swallow down. He then turned around and smashed his fist into the lamppost, his teeth clenched. It hurt terribly, like his bones had shattered, but it still did not calm him down.

So it seemed like he would only feel secure after he married her.

…

At the company.

Bianca could not focus on anything she did. On the way here by subway, she had given it a lot of thought.

Now, she had a suspect in her mind.

Still, it was all so absurd.

When they were at H City, Luke Crawford had called her phone. That meant that, as her boss, he had a way to get her contact number and address.

It was ridiculously easy for a boss to obtain all of his subordinate’s personal details.

Bianca was lost in thought when her phone rang.

It was just one notification beep, telling her she had WeChat messages.

“Sorry, I was too rash.

“I’m too afraid of losing you.

“Don’t be mad. Let’s sit down and talk it over.”

Jean sent a string of messages.

Bianca did not reply to a single one at first.

No one liked being suspected of infidelity for no reason.

At noon.

Nina brought her lunch over to Bianca at the cafeteria, saying, “My brother asked me to help him get back in your good books. He says he got jealous and ticked you off.”

Bianca lowered her head and kept eating without a word.

“C’mon, Bianca, stop torturing my brother.” Nina could not help but burst out laughing. “He just cares about you that much. His jealousy is also a sign of his love for you. Seriously, I don’t think you know how much he likes you! I’m pretty sure you’re more important to him than me or my parents. You’re the apple of his eyes, his greatest treasure.”

Bianca thought it over and felt significantly less upset.

Actually, when she thought about it from another angle, she would probably fly off the handle and throw accusations everywhere too if she bumped into a girl secretly sending Jean presents…

…

That afternoon.

The head of the design department kept his door open the entire time.

Bianca passed by quite often when she went to get herself water.

“Who wants to run an errand?” the head of the department asked without looking up.

“I’ll do it.” Bianca was passing by again, and she replied with a gleam in her eyes.

Her colleagues looked at her gratefully.

Everyone was busy with their work, so it would be great if Bianca could help them settle some menial tasks.

There was something she had to bring to the president’s office this time too.

That was exactly the opportunity Bianca had been waiting for.

She went to the top floor.

Then she went into the presidential office.

Once there, Bianca put the blueprint down, but she did not leave immediately.

“Anything else?” Luke did not even look up, so she could not see his expression. His pretty and slender masculine fingers moved across the large blueprint spread across the office desk.

He looked so solemn and serious when he was working.

“Thank you, Mr. Crawford,” Bianca ventured.

Her heart began to race uncontrollably as she threw out the bait.

‘You’re so dumb, Bianca. If you guessed wrong, changing the subject will be so awkward!’

To her surprise, Luke’s hands on the blueprint suddenly paused, and he raised his head to look at her, his gaze overbearing as he said, “Not bad, you know the master who fed you. At least you’re not as stupid as I thought.”

“...” Bianca was speechless.

How was she stupid?

And what did he mean by “master”?

She was a living, breathing human being here, and he talked about feeding her like a pet…

Of course, the president’s choice of words did not really matter.

Bianca asked, “I don’t know you did all that, Mr. Crawford.”

“You took care of Lanie and Rainie. That wasn’t easy,” Luke said matter-of-factly. “And I slept in your bed when I was drunk. I’m truly sorry for that. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have fallen sick.”

Bianca was stunned.

She had barely interacted with Luke Crawford for more than five minutes in H City after she fell sick, so how… could he tell that she was ill?

“Thank you.” Bianca stayed where she stood, a little embarrassed. In order to prevent any future complications, she added, “That ‘compensation’ is already more than enough. Please don’t give me anything else, Mr. Crawford. As your employees, it’s only natural for us to help you out.”

The way she spoke was distant, as though they were complete strangers.

Luke suddenly chuckled. It was only once, and his expression was unreadable. Like a high-and-mighty prince, he raised a brow and said, “You sure are confident, aren’t you? Thinking that I’d give you anything else.”