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

Chapter 1252 Her Identity Was a Mystery

’Did he skip lunch and dinner again?’

Luca remembered the scene at the hospital earlier. She heard that he had been keeping watch in the hospital for the entire night, which meant that he probably had not eaten a proper meal since the plate of spaghetti at her house the day before yesterday.

Tommy noticed her hesitation. He wagged her hand. *'My Daddy has gastric problems, Ms. Luca."

Right, he has gastric problems...'

Luca gently pinched Tommy's hand and said, "I only have spaghetti, vegetables, and eggs at home, so I can't cook something too fancy. He can come and eat if he doesn't mind that."

She sighed to herself. She could not bear to see Luke torture himself after all.

'He must be tired all these years, having to take care of the company and the children...' "Daddy won't mind it at all. Your scrambled eggs are great," Tommy said with a grin. He ran back to the car and told Luke who was sitting in the driver's seat, " Daddy, Ms. Luca promised to cook for us. Let's go."

Luke raised his eyebrows. Somehow, Luca was convinced by Tommy's sob story.

Luca watched him park the car in a parking spot and step out of the car. She did not say anything and walked toward her apartment.

Tommy jogged up to Luca and took her hand. "Don't go so fast, Ms. Luca."

It was then that Luca realized that she had subconsciously walked faster, so she slowed down a little. Soon, Luke caught up to her.

The street lights in the neighborhood cast long shadows on the three people. Even though the adults kept some distance from each other, their shadows looked so close together.

It was as though they were a family of three.

Luca asked, breaking the

remained constant," Luke said. He knew that Bianca's fever had not returned because the caretaker did not call him for

return some day. You should make sure that she keeps on drinking the concoction," Luca said carefully, though she felt bitter in

seemed to talk more when talking about

the common cold?" "That's as far as I can conclude from the test report." Luca

physician had told him the same thing, but

into the elevator

so she told him, "Sit down for a while. I'll go and cook in the kitchen." "Ms. Luca, why not ask Daddy to help

For a while, she thought that Tommy was

doing it myself. It won't take long for me to cook something simple." She turned

in his own house, so he sat down beside him. "Can I discuss something with you, Daddy?" "I don't agree," Luke said. Even though Tommy had not

cheeks. "I haven't even said

not reply. He took out his phone and

Luca to be my godmother. What do you think?" "No," Luke replied while he browsed through an email and deleted

angrily, "I've done so much for you, but you can't even agree to one small request! Daddy,

Luke did not reply.

He knew that there was no use changing his father's mind

control, turned on the television,

bothered by the loud sounds coming

food on the dining table. Her heart warmed when she saw the father and son sitting on the

heard that, he hopped off the couch, walked to the dining table, and took a deep whiff. "You shouldn't be working in Daddy's company, Ms. Luca. If you open

a plate with spaghetti and placed it across the table. That was

a smaller plate for Tommy, thinking that he must have eaten his

food she had prepared. It was only Spaghetti Aglio e Olio with sauteed vegetables and omelets, but it looked very