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

After Luca finished calculating the data and equation, she realized that Luke did not affect her when he was by her

side.

Instead, his presence made her even more focused on what she was doing.

The silhouette that kept on appearing in her mind and affecting her progress never showed up again with Luke by

her side.

Luca closed her notebook.

Luke noticed that and asked, "Done?"

“Yeah. I've concluded the experimental data for this stage." Luca placed the notebook on the bedside table. After

that, she began to feel overwhelmed again.

Luke closed his book, placed it on the bedside table, and said, “Get some rest."

“Mr. Crawford..." Luca was afraid that Luke was dropping her a hint. She quickly said, “It's the time of the month..."

“Just sleep." Luke's eyes darkened. He was not planning on verifying whether she was telling the truth or not.

He only wanted to cuddle with her in bed.

He could do nothing, but he had to cuddle with her. That way, he could have a good night's sleep.

Luca slightly frowned. Luke's reaction was too calm, and it was unlike anything she had expected.

She attempted to find some emotions in his eyes, even if it was disappointment. However, there was none.

Was Luke not interested in her body?

There should be a look of disappointment in his eyes when something like this happened, right?

However, Luke was as cold as he had always been. She could hardly see any other emotions in his eyes.

Luca was confused, and she lay down on the bed.

Luke turned off the lights and lay on the bed after covering the blanket on Luca.

Luca slept in a fetal position on her side as her stomach was feeling uncomfortable. Luke's hand reached out for

her when she had just found a comfortable sleeping position.

His hands fell right on her lower abdomen. He did not move his hands to feel her body.

A wave of warmth rose from her lower abdomen and flowed into her heart.

Previously, when she had her period, Luke used to help her to warm her stomach like this too.

Although he seemed cold and heartless, his hands were warm. It felt warmer and more comfortable to have him

warm her up than place a heating pack on her shirt no matter what season it was.

Luke's behavior and gestures had never changed after so many years.

It warmed Luca's heart, but her heart was aching at the same time.

She thought Luke would only do something so sweet to Bianca.

"Are you feeling more comfortable now?" Luke asked. He knew it was the period pain that made Luca feel

uncomfortable when he saw her lying that way.

His kids had even told him that Luca went outside without putting warm clothes on.

Her period pain would hurt even more.

Not only was Luke warming her lower abdomen with his hands, but he was also gently massaging it.

"Yes." Luca closed her eyes, feeling the tenderness of his hand.

She could feel his breath on the back of her head when he spoke, and it was hot.

"Get some rest. I'll ask Aunt Neile to prepare some brown sugar tea for you tomorrow," said Luke.

Luca closed her eyes. Her heart was trembling, but she did not say a word.

She never thought that she would have the chance to enjoy Luke's gentleness for the past three years.

The only thing that helped her to relieve the pain was the painkillers that Shanks gave her when she was suffering

from period pain back then.

There was no brown sugar tea, no one was gentle to her, and no one comforted her.

She had to continue her training after taking the painkillers. No one felt sorry for her.

Luca thought she would be spending the rest of her life like this. She did not expect she would be treated like this

after she met Luke again.

She thought that she was still Bianca for a moment.

Traders Hotel.

Matysh sat on the sofa in his suite, looking at the visitor who sat in front of him with a gloomy look on his face. He

said, "Why are you here?"

"The driver told me that you'd like to meet me." The man took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and he

handed one to Matysh out of courtesy.

Matysh did not take the cigarette from him when he saw his gestures. Instead, he took a cigar out of the metal box

beside him. He lit it and smoked. "I'm not used to smoking cheap cigarettes. I told your driver this evening, but you

came here when it's almost the middle of the night. I haven't seen any businessman as arrogant as you are. You're

doing it on purpose, right?"

After Matysh was sent back to the hotel, he complained to the driver about his dissatisfaction.

However, the person who was responsible for this had only just arrived. No matter how reluctant Matysh was to

deal with these people, he knew they did not take him seriously.

Not only did they not take care of his feelings, they even came to disturb him in the middle of the night.

They killed his vibes and ruined his plans...

Bill, who was sitting opposite Matysh, looked at the dark complexion on Matysh's face and watched him. He took a

cigarette out and let his subordinates lit the cigarette for him.

His subordinate took the lighter and helped him to light his cigarette.

Bill took a puff of a cigarette and slowly explained, "Mr. Matysh, don't blame me for being late. You're not in a hurry.

I was handling some other matters just now. You know, gangs like us always get into a lot of trouble."

Matysh smoked his cigar with a scowl on his face.

“I paid you, and I’m your God. Give me back my money if you can’t handle this well.” Matysh pointed at him with his

cigar.

Was he asking for a refund?

Bill shook his head. It was impossible to refund his money. He said, "I believe my driver has already told you that

this is a long game, and we need to come up with a plan before we make our moves. Our organization is nothing

like those gangs who only know how to cause trouble out there. We do business, and we're handling your request at

the moment. Of course, we'll do it for you, but we've mentioned to you that it won't be easy as the person involved

is someone with high social status. That's why we need to come up with a good plan. I told you this myself. Didn't

you agree with me on the other end of the line that day?"

Matysh’s face darkened. The gang he looked for was certainly not an ordinary gang.

He still needed a translator to communicate with those troublemakers. However, the man in front of him was a

mobster of an organized crime. He could speak English, and they were able to communicate with each other.

However, the price to hire such a crime organization was usually higher than usual crime organizations.

Therefore, Matysh was unhappy with their attitude and efficiency.

“I was still in Russia when I agreed with you. I’m in A City now, and you’re telling me you need to come up with a

plan? Did you come here to make me a fool?” Matysh took a deep puff of the cigar and blew a smoke ring in the air.

Not only was their efficiency slow, but they also came to disturb him.

Matysh thought he would be having a pleasant evening when he found a woman who looked like Luca on the

internet and paid her to come over to sleep with him. He had no choice but to ask the woman to wait in the corridor

when Bill brought his subordinates along with him here.

Matysh recalled what his subordinate told him and what he did today when he saw Bill. Grievance rose in him like a

tide, and it made him lose the desire to spend the night with that woman.

"I've told you that your request was challenging. You agreed that you'd wait, and you didn't give us a deadline. We

need to make sure that our plan is perfect. No mistakes are allowed. That's why we need a lot of time to follow the

target and look into it. Mr. Matysh, if you can't understand our job, we can refund some of the money to you. But

we're taking the deposit. It's non-refundable. What do you think?" said Bill while taking out his checkbook.