Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Luke's warm and sexy lips moved down to Bianca's collarbone...

There was a whoosh

Bianca felt as though her brain had exploded.

Hot tears flowed from her eyes unbidden. Her thoughts had been forced back to those unspeakable nights five years ago.

She could hear nothing but a man’s heavy and rough panting.

Bianca remembered what happened back then after she gave birth. She and Nina had been on a video call when she accidentally saw the rich tycoon on the TV news.

A deal was a deal. It did not matter what kind of a man he was; Bianca had no right to refuse.

Now that she was being forcibly kissed, though, Bianca could not help but remember that middle- aged man. A wave of nausea surged over her, and she felt dizzy.

Luke could tell that she was distracted. Holding her chin with one hand, he lifted her head slowly, his lust-filled eyes staring intently at her. “What are you thinking about? Why are you crying?” Bianca followed his voice, looking at him dazedly.

Luke was too tall, and Bianca wore slippers at home, so there was a huge difference in their heights. When he looked at her, it was like looking at a red-eyed rabbit he had bullied.

“I'm thinking that Mr. Crawford is actually a monster in sheep's clothing. You're nothing like you look.” Bianca tried to hold back the tears in her eyes. She did not want anyone seeing her moment of weakness.

Still, when she was feeling this wronged and upset, how could she possibly just will herself to not cry?

Emotions were never logical

In life, everyone would experience many things. The good, the bad, the unspeakable.

Bianca, for one, had a ton of each.

Blanche hastily put on his shoes and chased after them.

It was only when all three of them were sitting in the Range Rover at the neighborhood entrance that Blanche kept his eyes forward, mumbling, “You've gone too far, Dad.”

Rainie shrunk into her safety seat at the back, pouting.

Luke started the car, his gaze as cold as ice. He did not say a word.

Right now, the father and son had almost identical expressions.

“Bea, my parents are planning to buy a house for you and my brother to move into once you're married. Aren't you going to tell them which area you'd like to stay in? They saved up quite a bit, so you don't have to hold back. I recommend getting a house in the center of the city. It'll be more convenient when commuting to and back from work.”

After Luke left, Nina gave Bianca a call.

“Buying a house?” Bianca thought this was all too soon.

The two of them discussed the matter for a while.

However, Nina could tell that Bianca did not sound very well, so she asked Bianca to rest early. After they ended the call, Bianca did not go to rest. Instead, she cleaned up the cutlery on the table and washed the dishes.

Once the kitchen and dining table were cleared, she started cleaning up the entire house too.

That was when she noticed a pair of small shoes shaped like Ali the Fox.

They were Rainie’s.

Seemed like her father had carried her away before she could wear her shoes...

Bianca had barely started working, but she was already at such odds with her boss.

Whose fault was it? Bianca did not know.

She was starting to think that she would be fired soon... or rather, she should probably resign on her own.

With a sigh, she went to clean the balcony next. There, she finally saw the ashtray on the balcony.

It was a very common ashtray, the one provided by the landlord.

Bianca did not smoke, and no men ever visited her house, so the ashtray had gone unused all this time.

Today, however, there was ash in the ashtray, as well as two fresh cigarette butts.

She poured the ash into the trashcan and wiped the whole place down with a cloth until she could not see even a speck of dust with her naked eye. The moment Bianca raised her head, though, she just happened to see the clothes she had hung out to dry on the balcony yesterday... It was a black lace bra.

It had a lacey hem and was made of soft material so that it did not show under her tight work clothes.

There was also a pair of panties, also black, and made of embroidered gauze...

She usually did not have any outsiders here, much less any men, so Bianca had never thought twice about hanging her underwear out to dry.

The house was small, so there was no space to care about such matters anyway.

Her bathroom was only two square meters. It was dark and damp, so she could not dry her clothes there.

Bianca kept her underwear.

Although it did not really matter that a man had seen her underwear, although it did not really harm her in any way, the mere thought that he might have examined the articles made Bianca feel ever so slightly unnatural...