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

Chapter 562 I Have No Retort To That...

Luke and the others drove their cars to Misty Mountain.

Misty Mountain boasted fantastic scenery. The mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, as though it was part of a fantasy dreamscape. Every year, it attracted tourists from many countries.

Surrounded by several mountain peaks was a waterfall with a lake at the bottom. The water was clear and reflected the blueness of the sky, which was why it was called Azure Waterfall.

The group of people went to the Cottage in the Clouds, a popular lodge located next to Azure Waterfall. It was built entirely with logs, though the interior was spacious and comfortable.

The owner of the lodge was a young couple. They seemed to be loving toward each other.

The male was tall and gentlemanly, while the female was beautiful and diligent. They were dressed in unique ethnic wear.

They received Luke, Bianca, and the others with warm smiles.

Even though they could see that the guests were dressed in luxurious clothes, they did not treat them any differently than other guests. That gave the guests a better impression of the hosts.

Bianca was instantly captivated by the beautiful scenery and temporarily forgot her worries. She happily took Scarlett's hand and walked around the place with the children.

was smoking next to the waterfall. When he heard Bianca was laughing with Scarlett and the children, he smiled

him to bring Bianca out. All he

four men reclining on rattan chairs next to the waterfall had different temperaments, but

that it's a good day

a

business and breaking new ground, but

"I have no retort to

Percy said sarcastically, "That's

They're very experienced." "Ahem... what do you mean, Percy?" Louis said, "What do you mean when you say that we're experienced? I date many women, but you can't say that I'm a playboy. I'm saving the hearts of all the women

men looked at Louis

was the first time that someone had given such a virtuous

nose, covered his face with a straw hat, and decided that

for one to temporarily forget the bustle of the city. I think this is what Coleridge is trying to express when he talks about his white- flowered jasmine and

rhythmically along

a log table on which a

mountains was very blue, so blue that it looked like a blanket covering the

rings recording the passage of time. Occasionally, some birds would swoop over the surface of the lake, catch a small fish with its talons, and flit above the canopy.

to be seen were the brutal struggles in the business world or the greed and desires of man. Everything seemed so natural and