Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 38 Luke's Jealousy

Back at the hospital.

Bianca stared at the shopping bags for a long time before she went to brush her teeth.

The father and son did not stay for long after that.

Once she was cleaned up, Bianca changed into her pajamas and lay on the pure-white single hospital bed. She squeezed the covers between her fingers for a long time, unable to sleep.

She tossed and turned, but she just could not go to sleep.

Her eyes were wide. Bianca was thinking that this was the first time in her twenty-four years of life that someone gave her a coat without hesitation when she was feeling cold.

She would be lying if she said that she was not touched in the slightest.

Luke led his son out of the hospital and prepared to drive back to the mansion. 1

The drive had barely started when they reached a red light. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Luke then opened the car window and lit up a cigarette. Holding it between his fingers, he took the occasional dreg, his deep eyes staring directly ahead of him and gradually narrowing.

"Dad, you once taught me that it's very rude to listen to other people’s phone calls." Lanie sat in a safety seat at the back, whining as he bit his little lip. "But you told me to answer Miss Bea's call..." 1

Luke took a dreg from his cigarette and did not say a thing.

Lanie continued, "But neither of us got permission from Miss Bea..."

Luke flicked the cigarette into the ashtray in the car and said seriously, "I asked you to pick up so you could tell if it was a bad guy calling her." "Oh..." So that was it.

The boy scratched his head, feeling a tad confused.

Bianca spent the night at the hospital.

The next morning, the doctor came to check on her and told her to rest well for the next week. She was forbidden from staying up all night.

Bianca nodded. "Thank you, doctor."

The doctor packed up her medical apparatus.

"Dr. Joyce, can I leave the hospital and rest at home?" She did not want to keep staying at the hospital. The fees for a high-end hospital room were just too high. Apparently, Jason had arranged this room for her.

The meal with Charlotte Shaw was part of her job as assigned by the company, so the company had been paying for her hospital fees.

Still, she did not like the atmosphere at the hospital.

"It’s okay if you want to leave. I’ll dispense a few days’ worth of medicine for you in a bit, you can take them home." With those words, the doctor nodded at Bianca quite politely.

Bianca had been in the hospital several times in her life, but this was her first time getting such nice treatment from a doctor.

Without eating lunch, Bianca hurriedly handled the check-out procedures.

On the way back home via subway, Nina called her to express her concern. Bianca simply assured her that all was well.

"About my brother..." Nina tried to start another topic.

'Oh, I’ve reached my station. Talk to you later.”

Bianca came up with an excuse to interrupt Nina before she continued.

She had very clearly broken up with Jean. From that moment onward, they were no longer dating. 1

As for whether they could still stay friends in the future, she was leaving that up to fate. 1

Sitting in the train, Bianca felt an unbearable soreness in her waist. The doctor said that this was one of the drug's after-effects.

Once she got home, Bianca first cleaned up her room and put on new sheets.

After she took a shower, she was so tired that she lay in bed and refused to get up.

Before she knew it, she had dozed off.

Some time later, there was suddenly a loud clap of thunder.

"Kaboom!”

Bianca jolted awake.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that everything around her was pitch- black.

It had gone dark outside.

The rain poured.

Bianca took a moment to recover and even out her breathing before she got out of bed and went to turn on the lights.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Bianca walked to the door, confused and cautious. "Who is it?" "It's me." That was Luke's voice, deep and low.

Why was he here?

Bianca looked out of the peephole and saw that the man was completely drenched. He held a sealed plastic bag in his hand, and there were several boxes of medicine inside. She knew that medicine well.

It was only then that Bianca remembered she had forgotten to claim her medicine from the doctor.

After she got home and cleaned up her room, she had been so exhausted that she fell right asleep. Of course she forgot.

She felt quite guilty as she opened the door.

Luke handed the well-sealed bag to her, looking at her.

Bianca accepted the bag.

His entire body was soaked, as was the outside of the bag, but the boxes of medicine inside were perfectly intact.

Bianca looked up and asked, "It's pouring outside, so why didn't you use an umbrella?" "Can I go in?" Luke asked.

"Of course."

Bianca was grateful to him for bringing her medicine, so she gave way and let him walk in.

Luke walked into the house and took off his shoes, putting on slippers instead. "I didn't think too much of it on the way here, but it suddenly started pouring when I reached the neighborhood entrance." 1

Bianca felt quite bad about it.

The rain had started at the same time as that terrible clap of thunder a few minutes ago.

Luke stayed calm and collected as ever despite being drenched. He was his usual regal self as he frowned slightly and tilted to the side to ask her," If it’s alright with you, can I take a hot shower here?"

Bianca did not say anything.

Since she did not reply, Luke walked straight toward the bathroom.

Bianca asked timidly, "Shall I dry your wet clothes after you take them off?"

At least that way he could wear them back.

The man turned around to look at her, nodding. His gaze was deep and bottomless.

She hurriedly pulled her gaze back.

No matter what, it was unseemly for a man and woman to be alone together at night, but he had only gotten so soaked because he was bringing her medication.

The medicine was very important to her because the aphrodisiac had harmful effects on her ovaries and uterus. If she did not counterattack these effects with the medicine, she might end up losing her womb.

Luke took off his coat outside. His drenched light gray shirt was plastered to his well-toned torso. Even from afar, it looked strong and sexy.

Bianca was looking at him.

Soon, though, she returned to her senses in a panic and looked down.

Her movements stiff, she went to the kitchen and stuffed a piece of bread into her mouth. With some food in her stomach, she poured herself some water and took her medicine.

Once she was done, Bianca packed away the excess medication.

After that, she went to the bathroom door and picked up the man's trousers, shirt, and boxers...

She washed them in the washing machine and then dried them before ironing them properly.

It took her about forty minutes.

Luke wore a towel around his waist. His broad and sturdy back, his well- toned and well-defined muscles, as well as the seductive lines around his lower abdomen were all enough to give a woman a nosebleed.

That was why Bianca did not dare to look his way, not even once.

The man stood at the balcony, smoking without a word.

Eventually, though, he came up behind her and asked, "Are you done with the ironing?"

Bianca instantly felt uneasy. She took the clothes from the ironing board and said softly, "Yeah, you can wear them now..."

Luke took his shirt and pants, still warm from the iron. His breath blew on her face as he nodded, "Thank you."

He went to put his clothes on.

Bianca was surprised. Who could be visiting at this time of the night? 1

Luke was in her bedroom, and he did not seem to care about the visitor.

Bianca glanced at the man worriedly. He was not properly dressed yet. No matter who it was at the door, things would probably get real bad if they saw him now. 1

She walked to the door, her heart in her throat.

Looking through the peephole...

She saw Jean Langdon standing outside.

He held an umbrella in his hand, leaning against the wall as he smoked. Every so often, he would press the doorbell a few times with his hand holding the cigarette.

Bianca's brain instantly went blank.

She was not afraid of Jean, but she could not let Jean see Luke here, or else she would be proving Daisy's accusation that she was her boss's mistress.

"Bianca Rayne, I know you're home. Open up!"

Bam bam bam!!

Jean even hammered the door with his fist like a madman.

"Who the heck is making such a ruckus outside? Are you nuts?"

The neighbor was woken up, so she yelled at him.

Jean turned around, his expression icy cold as he said, "Stay out of this. If you know what's good for you, you’ll screw on back to your bed."

The older woman could smell the stench of alcohol in his breath when he spoke, and she was instantly afraid of enraging this irrational drunkard. Pinching her nose contemptuously, she frowned and slammed her door shut. 1 "Bianca, I'm telling you to open the door. Do you hear me?"

Bam bam bam!

Jean’s voice was filled with barely suppressed rage, as though he could explode at any moment.

Luke wanted to go out, but just then Bianca hastily rushed into her bedroom and grabbed her phone, which was charging by her bed. She crouched down and scrolled through her contacts in a panic.

He continued hammering on her door.

The management office, the management office!

She was looking for the management's number. Right now, the best way to settle this would be to call the office and have security cart Jean away.

The more desperate she was, the harder it was for her to find the number, though.

Jean sent her a WeChat message. It gave her a nasty shock while she was looking for the contact, and her hand shook.

"If you don't open the door, I’ll open it myself. You don't know this, but your landlord gave me a spare."

Just then, Bianca heard the sound of the door unlocking.

Bianca looked at Luke Crawford, who looked calm as ever. His clean and crisp scent entered her nostrils as she tried to reassure him, practically pleading with him, "Please, stay here and don’t come out!"

With those words, she headed out to handle the crisis.

Luke was not used to "sneaking around" or "hiding" like this, so he stepped forth.

Bianca's hand was about to turn the bedroom door handle when the man behind her hugged her with his large arms, pressing her body against the white wooden door.

"What are you doing? You have no right to interfere in my private affairs. Let go of me...” She was mad.

The moment she moved, though, her butt would stick up and rub against his crotch...

There was fury in Luke's eyes as he brought his thin lips to her ear, asking coolly, "Am I that embarrassing?"

That was not what she meant.

Even if she compromised all the way, she could ignore what Jean thought should he see them like this, but she could not ignore about what Nina thought.

No matter how much Nina trusted her, no one who saw this would think that the two of them were only chatting in her room.

Besides, Daisy's gossip had already laid the foundations for this misunderstanding.

Bianca wanted to say something, but she could not make it in time.

Jean opened the door and walked in, tossing the key on the floor fiercely.

"I'm going to tell him just who you belong to." With that, Luke turned her around.

She had barely turned to face him when the man kissed her with his scalding lips.

It was a domineering, painful, deep kiss...

"Mm, ow..." She flinched slightly.

Jean walked around the house and ended up in front of the bedroom door. "I know you're in there, Bianca. Can we talk?"

Bianca looked at the man in front of her, almost begging him. She shook her head, struggling.

However, Luke tightly held her slender wrists down in his large hands, furious. He kept her there, giving her no chance to struggle as he continued to penetrate her with his hot kiss.

His large hand pulled aside her thin ankle-length nightdress...

She felt a breeze on her legs.

The man's hand ventured between her legs.

He caressed her inner thigh, rubbing and squeezing her...

Bianca's eyes were moist. She wanted to say something, but the only sound she could make was a low moan, "Ah... Mm, haa..."

The windows in the kitchen, balcony, and living room were all wide open, and she did not know if the storm outside could conceal her involuntary moans. She was afraid Jean could hear her...