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

Chapter 287 Let Me Out, Luke

Luke's arm muscles tensed. He confirmed that the house was indeed Bianca's, then knocked on the window and said softly. "It's me, Bianca. Can you open the door? Or the window?"

Luke called out several times, but there was no response. He wondered if Bianca could hear him.

That made Luke nervous. Did something happen to Bianca?

He instantly lost his composure when he thought of that. Moving along the balcony, he arrived at the window of her bedroom. Fortunately, the window was not locked, and he quickly climbed into the room.

Instead of feeling the warm air from the heater, the temperature in the room was the same as outside. He shivered uncontrollably.

The room was dark and quiet, as though no one lived in the house. That made him feel more uneasy than ever. He quickly opened the bedroom door and went out to the living room!

Instantly, he saw Bianca curled up on the couch, only dressed in thin pajamas.

She seemed to be lost in her own world, not realizing Luke's intrusion.

Looking at how lonely she was, Luke was astonished.

He could not help but to walk toward her, crouch down, and hug her close in his arms. His hand touched his abnormally hot forehead, and all those harsh words he planned to say instantly turned into a gentle, helpless call." Bianca..."

Bianca's hollow gaze turned around. She was shocked when she saw that Luke was in her house, but her gaze turned cold and indifferent right after that.

angrily as she looked at him with unfocused eyes. "How did

he saw Bianca behaving that way. "Why didn't you turn on the heater when it's so cold? Don't you know

so childish?" "Go away. I don't need your care..." Bianca tried to struggle out of his arms. Not only was she delirious because of her

her

out a down jacket, grabbed her struggling hands, and draped the jacket over her body. "Stop fooling around. You're sick. I'll take you to the hospital." "You don't have to care about me... who am I to you? Whatever happens to me is my own problem. There's nothing

into Daisy, who

frowned hard when she saw the young and

expression scrunched up into a disdainful sneer. She wondered why that man would be so

in a major newspaper as a junior reporter. She

when she talked to her friends. However, Daisy was worried about the fact that her daughter did not have

and she

she was awestruck by the appearance of a luxury car parked there. The street lights might be dim, but she was

loose woman like Bianca could find herself that rich boyfriend. 1 'This man looks not bad. He's handsome and rich. If I have

her daughter would be able to charm the man's

absorbed in her fantasies, much

was parked outside the

shoulders and curled on the seat without saying a word. Her gaze was hollow and lacking the

to start the engine and suddenly opened the car door. She did not want to be in the same car

locked the door. He wrenched her head around so that

to be