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

Chapter 707 A Happy Reunion

Luke let his guard down a little when he saw that it was Percy. "Why are you here?" "I happened to be passing through and saw a woman in need," Percy said jokingly. When he noticed the wound on Luke's arm, he sounded concerned. "Are you alright? Is it serious?"

Luke chuckled coldly. "I won't die. Yet."

He knew that Percy was concerned about him even though he was joking. That was the way Luke's good friends cared for him.

Perhaps friendship among men was like that.

"Tsk tsk, I should've known that you're born lucky. That huge explosion didn't even kill you, so what could a few underlings do to you? How did you become so fair though? Did you undergo plastic surgery? I'd like to know your secret..." Percy spoke animatedly as he reached out to touch Luke's chin.

Luke narrowly dodged Percy’s hand and shot a piercing glare at him. "Do you want to know my secret to fair skin?"

Percy nodded in puzzlement.

It was not surprising that he was curious. Luke's female disguise was breathtakingly beautiful.

He could not figure out how someone masculine like Luke could transform into a delicate woman.

Luke's finger pointed somewhere in the distance. Then, he tended to his wounds.

"What the hell? Where should I look? Don't tell me that there's a plastic surgeon over there?" Percy followed the direction of Luke’s finger but saw nothing special other than several grocery stores.

Luke ignored him. He deftly bandaged his wound and said, "Let's go!"

The man continued to walk toward the parking lot while Percy's gaze wandered from one signboard to the next.

His eyes narrowed slightly when they fell on a signboard that said "MYKA". Luke seemed to be pointing at that signboard earlier.

opened wide in

don't tell me that Luke

the case, then

dome ceiling and golden wallpaper was basked in the warm glow of

the white four-post bed. She was

that was the heartwarming scene

dim yellow light illuminated the faces of the mother and

the sight of Bianca while his hand gently caressed

as ever, but she seemed to have lost a lot of

a miniature version of Luke was Tommy without a doubt. He was sleeping soundly in Bianca's

third child. He

carefully moved Tommy away, then he went close and stared obsessively at

long eyelashes trembled

"Mmm... Luke..."

her dreams, and

like a catalyst that evoked all of Luke's repressed

jacket and

in the dream, she suddenly felt something heavy and cold press on her body and woke

she felt a sharp sensation on her lip, as though

she felt a warm and moist

was shocked and

and saw a pair of

"... Luke?"

in disbelief. She wanted to shriek as tears filled her

"It's me, silly girl. You're

Luke's face in a daze and mumbled, "So I'm not dreaming. You're really back... Where have you been? Don't you know that I've almost