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

Chapter 142 Why Did You Call Aunt Bea Your Wife?

"Aunt Bea..."

Bianca heard a voice and looked up.

It was Lanie.

The Tanner family even invited the Crawford family...

The interior design of the private hall was luxurious. The round table was seated fully around. She knew some of them while the others were strangers. The table was also full of expensive dishes and famous wines.

Rainie's little pink chubby face emerged from the desserts.

Her eyes inevitably swept over to the man's suddenly darkened face. Bianca immediately felt as if dark clouds were pressing down on her. She lowered her head and tried to pull her hand out of Xavier's big hand.

Not only did Xavier not let go of her, but he also pulled a chair out while still having his arms around her. He said, "Sit next to my mom."

The colors of the two marriage certificates were dazzling. They were as red as two big pools of mosquito blood.

'From now on, we're a family, Bea. Don't be scared. No matter what, I’ll always be there as your mother."

Grandaunt said those words specifically for her son. She hoped that her son would not bully Bea. Moreover, she also said those words to Luke. As Bea's boss, Grandaunt wanted to make sure that he did not just think of her as only her subordinate but also his cousin-in-law.

He was also to respect her as his cousin-in-law.

On the big round table, the others echoed in a few words. They were unable to say much else...

The atmosphere at the table felt weird.

"I need to go to the bathroom."

After Bianca said that, she stood up and left the private hall.

She was embarrassed like never before.

However, Luke's family being there was still a secondary concern to her. Grandpa's safety was still the most important thing. Xavier had shown her a video shot by someone. Her wounded Grandpa had been sent to the hospital.

She still did not know which hospital it was.

realistic to look for him in

though marrying a devil would make her life miserable, she had no

In the private hall.

look how dirty your fingers are. Come, I'll

were covered with

the private hall, they walked to the nearest women's

In the bathroom.

nervous when she saw Allison bringing Rainie

While she washed her hands,

and anger in

anything else in front of the

had asked Bianca to leave her son, but

would marry someone far away. It would have been best if she married someone overseas. If she could not find someone to marry, it would also be great if she was met with

the Crawford family and went to

getting farther, she got

her granddaughter back

She could not hide there for the rest of her life. She wanted to finish the dinner as soon as possible

she bumped into Lanie who was holding a backpack. He was telling his sister,

Rainie said nothing.

can you come and

could say the second half of his sentence, his daddy's big hand squeezed his mouth. 1 "Your mouth is full of crumbs. How unladylike." Luke held his daughter in one hand, frowning. He wiped the crumbs from his daughter's mouth with his

"Luke, if you're busy, go ahead and leave first!" She was eagerly hospitable because Grandaunt thought to herself that the sooner that cold man left,

brought Bianca over to sit down

Crawfords were gone from the private

felt a

Outside the hotel.

patted Lanie's head, and said, "Little kiddo, you're pretty good at taking care of your

then asked, "Uncle, why did you call Aunt Bea your wife?" "Next time you see her, she’s your aunt Bianca Tanner," Xavier explained patiently to the little guy. After he explained, he

he went up to him to say hi. He started talking as Luke listened. The topic they were talking about was none other than properties in A City that

to talk about business stuff, and his brain was still muddled

was outside talking to the naive kids. When they saw that Luke

drove back to the manor and did not return to

kids off to their Great-grandfather

jacket and was about to leave, Blanche asked in a puzzled manner, "Daddy, Uncle Xavier told me Aunt Bea will be called Bianca Tanner the next