Ch. 21..30

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 21-He May Have Examined Them 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.

The most unspeakable thing she had experienced until now was that terrible time in her life five years ago.

Luke's seductive kisses reminded her of less than pleasant things, and his voice when he spoke after he stopped kissing her had instantly shattered her outwardly reinforced soul.

Her soul looked strong and hard on the surface, but it was actually very thin and fragile.

"Miss…" Blanche barged into the kitchen in the end after all, his eyes fixed on the two adults tangled up in weird poses.

When Bianca saw the boy, she hurriedly turned her face away with some difficulty, lowering her head.

Luke did not look at his son. His delicate yet masculine face was extremely stormy as he slowly registered how Bianca had described him. “A monster in sheep’s clothing,” she had called him. “Nothing like what he looked.” Since when he had become so small and despicable?

He was a man who could shake off every desire and obsession.

That included his interest in women.

Luke’s phone was still ringing stubbornly.

All of a sudden, Bianca was free.

Luke picked up the call, his tone sounding like someone owed him a billion dollars.

Bianca was very close to him, so she could hear the person’s voice on the other end.

“What are you doing, Mt. Crawford?” The woman’s voice was gentle but a bit flustered. “Have I gotten in the way of your work? Your voice is kinda scaring me.” Luke’s attitude was pretty terrifying.

Blanche raised his head and looked at his father as the latter asked into the phone, his expression hard, “What’s the matter?” The woman said, “Oh, it’s just, I think you left in such a hurry last time that you forgot to inform me to go to A City with you.” She knew that Luke never intended to inform her. She was only saying this to save herself some face.

Luke was silent, his thoughts still fully occupied by the woman standing next to him, her head lowered.

The woman on the phone continued, “I’ve decided to go to A City on Monday. I plan to start my own business after graduating and returning to the country, after all, and my parents support me, so I’m quite confident. When I get there, I hope you can give me some pointers in business, Mr. Crawford. As a successful predecessor of mine in the field.” Bianca knew who the caller was now.

It had to be Director Shaw’s beloved daughter, the girl they had met in H City… “We’ll talk about it when you get here.” As soon as Luke said that, he hung up coldly.

Blanche stood in the kitchen, his bright and shining eyes suddenly colliding into his father’s cold and sharp gaze. It made his little body shudder out of nowhere.

Rainie stood at the kitchen entrance, too afraid to go inside.

Did Dad scold Miss Bea and make her cry? He was such a meanie!

Rainie was wondering what happened between her father and Miss Bea when her father suddenly scooped her up with his large hands. She found herself in her father’s firm embrace.

He carried her to the door.

“Big Bro…” Rainie turned around and called.

Blanche looked at Miss Bea, who was still in the kitchen refusing to look at him. He then looked at his father, who was putting on his shoes at the entranceway looking positively livid. His little heart was pounding in panic.

Still, he had no choice but to go with his father for now, promising, “I’ll come visit you again, Miss Bea…” Luke put on his shoes at the entranceway, but he did not help his daughter put on her shoes. Instead, he just opened the door and left with the girl in his arms.

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. novelbin 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…

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 22-The Two Voice Slowly Overlapped That night, at Crawford Manor.

The whole family was having dinner, but Luke Crawford was not there.

Allison Tanner put a piece of cucumber into Lanie’s bowl and then one into Rainie’s bowl. “Grandma just wants what’s good for you. You have to eat some even if you don’t like it. You’re growing kids, and you don’t want to stay short forever, do you?” Everyone else at the table was eating.

Blanche looked at the cucumber in his bowl and put it into his mouth, eating it obediently. After that, he raised his head and looked at his grandmother. “Grandma, why don’t you eat onions?” There was a platter of stir-fried onions on the table. Blanche and his sister both loved them, as did Great- grandpa. Uncle Louis and Grandma Susan liked onions too. Only Grandma did not like them.

She would always push the stir-fried onions far, far away from her.

Grandma always said that the stench made her lose her appetite.

Before Allison could say anything, Susan Armstrong subtly harrumphed. “That’s a hussy for you. So many demands.” Old Master Crawford could hear perfectly well. When he heard what she said, he frowned and coughed as a warning to his daughter-in-law, Susan. He was telling her not to pick fights at the dinner table.

Susan raised a brow and continued eating. She did not think she said anything wrong, but she knew where her limits were, so she stopped.

Allison had also heard that jibe, of course, but she ignored it. Instead, she graciously turned back to the children and said, “I don’t ear onions because it’s a hereditary thing. My late father didn’t eat onions either.” “Oh, I see!” Blanche struggled with his chopsticks as he said, “I know a pretty lady who doesn’t eat onions either.” Allison smiled.

There were so many people in the world who did not eat onions.

The same went with coriander. Plenty of people avoided it.

After dinner, the two kids went out to play. Once the sky turned completely dark, they obediently went upstairs, cleaning up and going to sleep.

… It was a very long night.

Bianca was lost in her dreams, tossing and turning in bed.

In her dreams, there was the splashing of water. Luke was bathing, and she opened the door, walking up to him from behind. She pressed her body against his back, hugging his well-toned waist.

He turned around and lowered his head, leaving a string of hickeys on the side of her neck.

She raised her head, wanting more.

His heavy panting and bold touch all over her skin made her shudder. Her hair was drenched in sweat, sticking to her face as she withstood the unbearable heat.

Her tense body began to tremble.

She backed away, but Luke honed in on her. Their gazes met for a second, and then their lips crashed into each other, their tongues dancing.

An unspeakable sound leaked from between her lips. Her body felt like it was bobbing on waves, going up and down. When she opened her eyes, she could clearly see the man’s lashes, so thick that even women would envy him.

All of a sudden, the scene changed.

The middle-aged tycoon waved at her, his expression full of disgusting lust.

“Ah!” Bianca sat up in bed.

Her chest rose and fell heavily. She was scared out of her wits.

After a long while, she finally heaved a sigh of relief. She knew now that it was all just a phantasmal dream.

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness it was a dream.

It was night out in A City, and there were no stars to be seen anywhere in the sky. Half of Bianca’s consciousness was still trapped in her dreams, and she could not get out of it.

Ever since she saw that middle-aged tycoon on the TV five years ago, she would always automatically replace her baby’s father’s face with that tycoon’s.

Her baby was part of her, connected to her by flesh and blood. Bianca could not forget about her completely, but whenever she thought of her baby, she would remember that tycoon’s greasy, weaselly face.

He was just so horrifying to look at.

This was not the first time she had been haunted by such dreams.novelbin She had tried going to a therapist when she was overseas, and for a while there, she did stop dreaming about that tycoon.

After that, though, the nightmares returned.

Bianca did not know if she would be tormented like this for the rest of her life.

All of this had become the past in real life, so why did it continue to plague her in her dreams?

She tried her best to forget, but to no avail.

Bianca turned her face toward the window and took a few deep breaths, looking at the window. She was trying to bring her mind back to reality as soon as possible.

The next second, though, she remembered something Luke had said to her during the day.

He had said, “What are you thinking about? Why are you crying?” Bianca could not help but dig her fingers into her sheets beneath her. In the throes of passion, that man five years ago had said hoarsely, “Your legs… Spread them for me…” The two voices slowly overlapped in her mind.

Just then, there was a flash of lightning outside. The white light illuminated Bianca’s face, and then the large raindrops gradually fell. A strong gust of wind blew, and the rain pattered against her bedroom window.

Defeated, Bianca burst into tears.

‘You hate that middle-aged tycoon, so very much. That’s why you subconsciously seek out another man’s voice, hoping that it was him instead…’ … The next day, Blanche went to his sister’s room first thing in the morning.

“Rainie, why do you think Dad was hugging Miss Bea yesterday?” “Dad was hugging Miss Bea?” “Yeah.” “Well, maybe he was hitting Miss Bea. Why else would she cry?” “Why would he hit Miss Bea, though?” “Because she was picky. She didn’t eat her onions!” “…” Blanche’s brain was a convoluted mess right now. Dad had spanked Miss Bea because she was picky and did not eat her onions? Was that why Miss Bea was crying?

“I have to ask Dad when I get the chance.” Blanche looked quite worried. “Maybe I should sit him down for a proper talk. He’s a man, so he should be gentler when it comes to women.” “Look at you, worrying so much about Dad…” Rainie sighed sadly, so disappointed in her father.

Luke only returned to the manor early the next morning.

He went upstairs to take a shower. When he took off his tie, he saw a cartoon post-it note on his bathroom door. Written in somewhat crooked handwriting was, “Dad, you should be more of a gentleman.” Luke put the note down after he read it.

Meanwhile, Blanche had come to his father’s bedroom when he heard the latter’s movement.

Looking at his father, standing two meters away from him, the boy asked cautiously, “Dad, I have a question to ask you.” Luke was not acting strict for once, nodding. “Go ahead.” “Rainie said you beat Miss Bea and made her cry because she didn’t eat her onions…” Blanche knew that he should not tell his father off, but his father was going to get even worse if he did not. Gathering his courage, Blanche blinked as he taught his father a lesson, “People are born equal, free, and independent. There are no exceptions. Miss Bea just chose not to eat onions. She can’t be considered picky if she has a few dislikes. And you can’t subject Miss Bea to your personal tyranny!

“Besides, Miss Bea isn’t your kid, unlike us. You’re feeding and raising us, so we have to obey you.” The boy had all sorts of points to reason with his father.

“You said that you two are my kids, and I’m feeding you, so you have to obey me.” Luke tried to teach his son a lesson in life too. “In that case, if I’m supposed to feed and keep her until she’s old and bent, for even longer than I’m supposed to support you two, does that mean she’s also supposed to obey me, just like you two?” Blanche looked at his father and scratched his head. “I guess so, but…” Luke went into the bathroom. He was not going to keep discussing these adult problems with the child.

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 23-Judging A Homewrecker With Her Own Eyes There were many things the boy still did not understand, so he stood at the bathroom door and waited for his father to come out after his shower.

When Luke emerged from the shower, he only had a towel around his waist. He was completely shirtless, his well-toned chest glistening with sexy water droplets. 2 "Dad, I'm sure Miss Bea has parents too, so why do you have to raise her?" Blanche could not figure that part out. 2 Luke sat down, spreading his legs and wiping his dripping hair with his towel. He asked, "How old are you? How old is she?"

"Hmm, I'm five…" Blanche replied. "But I don't know how old she is."

Luke looked at his son and replied seriously, "You’re five and she's twenty- four. You two are nineteen years apart. You'll grow up very soon, and you'll become a grown man just like me. When that happens, you'll have a career and a dream you want to pursue. At that time, I'll be in my fifties, soon to grow old. The same goes for your Miss Bea. One day, we’ll become as old as your great-grandfather, but plenty of time will pass before that. A man's shoulders tend to be stronger than a woman's when it comes to withstanding matters of life and death, sickness and old age, under all that stress and pressure." 3 The boy nodded firmly!

He knew that. Dad told him before that a man's shoulders were meant to support the entire family, young and old. 1 Blanche thought it over again and said, "But Miss Bea will have her husband and kids. Dad, are you going to take care of Miss Bea and her husband?"

If so, Dad was being way too kind.

"Why would I take care of her husband?" Luke gave his son a cold look when he heard that. Standing up, he tossed away his half-wet towel, refusing to speak another word of this with his son.

Her husband? 1 That Jean Langdon?

Luke frowned his chiseled brows. 1 The boy lowered his head and tapped his index fingers together. He had no idea what he had said wrong to anger his father again.

On the other hand, at Regal Capital.

Bianca did not know what time she fell asleep that night.

Her nightmares kept her terrified in the dark of the night, but when dawn broke, her head hurt so badly that she could not wake up.

Her phone vibrated.

She did not notice at all.

It was a WeChat message from Jean that said, "Bianca, I'm guessing that you're still asleep, and I hope this message doesn't disturb you. I'll be really busy today, so I'm sorry but I won’t be able to visit you. If your cold isn’t better yet, remember to take your medicine. I’ll see you at work on Monday. My mom said she'll pay you a visit today, so she got up early in the morning to make chicken soup. I told her your address."

Bianca was asleep, so she did not immediately see that message.

Outside the neighborhood.

It was sunny now after the rain last night.

The sunlight was not terribly bright. Instead, it was warm when it shone on your face, and the humidity in the air was just right. 1 Jean's mother carried her chicken soup with her, her hand supporting the bottom of the flask. After she disembarked from the bus, she happily made a beeline for the Regal Capital neighborhood.

The place was a little on the old side.

It was not the newest neighborhood in town, but it probably would not be taken down in the next fifteen years either. Most developers would not be able to do much with this part of town.

Jean’s mother, Anna O'Reilly, walked into the neighborhood and saw a few old men sitting in twos or threes, drinking tea in the rocking chairs. As she went further, she saw a few women her age.

One of the older women in a patterned dress was cooling herself with a fan as she pointed at the door of Block 12. Eyebrow raised, she said, "Next time I see her, I'll point her out to you!

'Tsk-tsk, never judge a book by its cover! I would never have thought!

Ladies, you didn't see that girl! She looks pretty sweet and innocent. Her hair wasn't dyed and she didn’t have much make-up on. She dressed pretty conservatively too, like a girl raised in an honest family. To think she’s actually some filthy homewrecker…"

"Daisy, shush! Don't accuse her without evidence like that!"

One of the other women thought that Daisy was jumping to way too many conclusions. She might get an earful from the victim at this rate.

However, Daisy immediately exploded when someone else doubted her. She practically leaped to her feet, jabbing a finger at Block 12. "You think I’m framing her? I didn't say a single false word. You can ask the entire neighborhood. In all my years, have I ever framed anyone? She can come confront me if she likes! I'll be more than happy to face off against her! I'll declare her name right here and now, it’s that Bianca Rayne girl!"

The other two women exchanged a look of exasperation. They all knew that Daisy was a famous rumormonger with a wild imagination.

Anna was walking on the path nearby, and her hand holding the flask shook.

She walked toward the ladies, gleefully chatting away, and asked them directly. "You said Bianca Rayne, right? What… What do you mean by she’s a homewrecker?"

The gossiping ladies looked at Anna.

"Who is she to you? I don't think I've seen you before. You're not from around here, are you?" Daisy was feeling a little guilty too. After all, she did not have any hard proof that the girl was sleeping with her boss, so she could not really say.

Anna could not let just anyone speak ill of her daughter-in-law, of course, so her temper flared. "Who is she to me? She’s my daughter-in-law! What are you blabbing on about?!"

"Oh-ho, so you're her mother-in-law, eh?" Daisy looked down at the flask Anna was holding and grew confident again. "You don't usually live with your daughter-in-law, do you? I bet your son doesn't come back that often too. What a joke, your own daughter-in-law is sleeping around and even letting her boyfriend in here, yet you’re still defending that little b*tch!" 2 The other women hurriedly stopped Daisy. She could not just say things like that!

Anna nearly choked on her fury. A boyfriend? As if Bianca had a boyfriend!

Daisy saw that the so-called mother-in-law was still glaring at her, so continued snidely, "Don’t be upset at me. If you don't want others to say things like that, you should get your daughter-in-law to stop doing such unseemly things!"

Anna was wavering. As though struck by lightning, she asked, her voice trembling, "You… You saw all that with your own eyes?"

Daisy pointed at the lamppost nearby. "But of course. They were right there, getting all up and personal in front of everyone. It was unsightly." 2 "That could have been my son." Anna did not believe her. Bianca looked like such a good girl.

"Your daughter-in-law will know if it was your son." Daisy was certain that the man was sneaking around with her. No married couple behaved that way. She added, 'The guy was over 190cm, wearing a suit and leather shoes. Even I could tell that he was loaded. He must be her sugar daddy!"

Thump!

Anna's flask plunged to the floor.

When Anna got up, it was already past ten. 6 She poured herself a glass of water. Her throat was painfully parched, and as she drank her water, she looked down to check her WeChat message. It was only then that she found out Jean's mother was heading here to visit her.

Next, she looked at the time Jean sent his message. It came around seven in the morning.

It was now past ten, though.

Anna should have been here a long time ago.

Bianca was worried that Jean’s mother got off on the wrong stop, so she called her, wanting to ask if she needed Bianca to pick her up anywhere.

"Sorry, the number you called is currently unavailable." The dial rang for a long time, and eventually Bianca heard that robotic reply.novelbin

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 24-Get Your Filthy Hands Off Of Me!

Bianca called Jean.

However, Jean's phone gave her the same message. "Sorry, the number you called is currently unavailable."

All of a sudden, Bianca felt uneasy.

She hoped that nothing bad had happened.

Next, she gave Nina a call.

Nina picked up in a flash, asking, "What's the matter, babe?"

Bianca explained everything to her.

However, Nina said, "Maybe someone suddenly called her to play mahjong? You don't know this, but she keeps her phone in her bag when she's playing mahjong, so she won’t be able to hear you. As for my brother, he's probably busy."

Since Nina said that, Bianca did not think too much of it.

Putting down her phone, Bianca walked to the bathroom and took a shower. That helped her brighten up a lot more, and as she was drying her hair, she saw her phone ringing on the coffee table in the living room.

The caller was Jean.

"Hello." Bianca picked up in an instant.

Jean was silent on the other end. After a long time, he seemed to hold something back before asking coldly, "Bianca Rayne, how many men have you been sneaking around with behind my back?” "What… What do you mean? Me, sneaking around with men behind your back?” It came out of nowhere, so Bianca did not understand what he was saying.

Jean abruptly raised his volume, his voice hoarse as he said, "You're still pretending to be innocent?! Bianca Rayne, it suddenly feels like I don’t know you at all. Tell me, which is the real you?!" 1 Bianca had been holding her phone, but her hand tightened around it now.

Jean was still going wild with his words, loudly protesting the unfairness of it all. "Tell me, just who am I to you? A place you come home to after your games outside? An unlucky second-choice? The honest type that’s just made to be cucked?" 3 novelbin Jean’s angry voice was like blades of ice, flying through the phone and plunging into Bianca's ears.

"Calm down for now. Are you sure you aren't misunderstanding something?” Bianca frowned, her expression far from pleasant.

Jean laughed coldly, almost cynically. "Misunderstanding? There's no misunderstanding! Right now, I just hate how stupid I've been. I can't believe I've trusted you unconditionally for so long, I hate that I didn't believe what Marie said when we were overseas. Bianca, Marie wasn't lying, was she? You slept around with other men behind my back when we were studying overseas."

Jean's last words were a statement, not a question.

Her partner, the man she was supposed to walk down the aisle to meet, was now doubting her integrity. Could you imagine how that felt?

Bianca was so angry that her hand shook on her phone.

Before she could even say anything, Jean added viciously, "When we were overseas, you kept saying when I invited you out, but those were all lies, weren't they? Now that I think about it, there were so many holes in your story! If you really were working several jobs at the same time like you said you were, why didn’t I ever see any dark circles under your eyes?” "So? If you think I was lying when I said I was working, what do you think I was doing?" Bianca's frown deepened.

Jean lowered his voice. "Do you really need me to spell it out."

"Say it. I want to hear it," Bianca said.

'You forced me to, so I'll say it." Jean told her exactly what Marie told him four years ago. The difference was he did not believe her back then."

You've had six men in those five years, four of them married! They kept you as their mistresses, funding your studies and teaching you their language. You even had an abortion for them, right?" 4 In that minute, that one second, Bianca felt her heart die.

She lowered her head and looked at the engagement ring on her finger, hot tears filling her eyes.

It had not even been a week since they got engaged, but now her fiance was accusing her of unspeakable things across the phone.

Everyone knew how important a woman's reputation was. He had no evidence at all, but just because Marie spouted some nonsense at him, he one-sidedly decided that she was guilty of so many charges…

Such blatant distrust from her fiance hurt her as much as outright betrayal would.

Jean was still going on, interrogating her, asking her who the man outside her house had been, saying that she could not deny that, because even the old lady in her neighborhood, Daisy, had seen them with her own eyes!

Bianca wordlessly hung up the call. She did not want to hear another word.

Her phone rang.

Bianca let it ring.

She did not pick up.

She did not want to cry, and she was not devastated either. She was just tired… So, so tired.

Sitting on the couch, she pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. She just wanted to be an ostrich now, hiding her head in the sand.

Jean appeared in front of her five years ago, like the one silver lining in the storm clouds. He did not feel real, but he was, and he made her think that maybe the sky was going to clear up.

That ray of light had seduced her, tempted her to walk out of her shade and stand under the thunder clouds, 1 That ray of light made her a promise, telling her, 'Trust me. Stand here and wait for the sun. When the sky clears, I’ll make your entire world shine."

She had looked at that light like a fool, waiting for the sky to clear, i However!

The sky turned even darker all of a sudden, and it abruptly began to pour! 1 It felt as though she was the only one unlucky enough and stupid enough to get drenched, soaked and cold from head to toe…

After a long time curled up on the couch, she fell asleep.

She only woke up when the stomach pain became too much.

Bianca had not eaten a single thing since the morning until now.

Putting on her clothes, she grabbed her keys and her wallet, leaving the house for a simple lunch. After lunch, she did not want to go home either, so she suddenly decided to go for a walk around this familiar yet unfamiliar city.

Maybe her mood would lighten if she went for a walk. Maybe she would be able to get over this. She had barely swiped her card and gotten past the subway turnstiles when someone suddenly grabbed her hand from behind.

Bianca turned around.

"Lil Sis, it really is you!" Marie Rayne grinned brightly as she looked at Bianca, i "I hate that I didn't believe what Marie said when we were overseas!"

Jean's words rang out in Bianca’s mind like a thunderbolt.

Marie had slandered her to Jean, accusing her of something she had not done. Bianca did not doubt for a second that Marie was capable of something so underhanded.

Bianca pulled her hand away. "Let go! Get your filthy hands off of me!"

"I'm filthy?" Marie’s lips curved, but she did not lose her temper. Instead, she continued keeping up behind Bianca. When the subway doors opened, Marie squeezed into the carriage as well. 1 The subway doors closed.

Marie found her footing and said to Bianca, "Mom told me to invite you back home for a meal."

Bianca pretended not to hear her.

"Lady, your shoe is on my foot!" Marie suddenly looked down and addressed an older woman who was seated nearby.

The woman on the seat was none other than Daisy, who had just boarded on this station and managed to snag a seat, 1 When Daisy heard that Marie and Bianca shared a mother, she pulled her foot back and asked Marie, "How old, child?” 'Twenty-six." Marie did not really want to talk to a backwater old woman like that.

The problem was that the subway was completely crowned with people, so she was pressured to reply.

The older woman beamed and pretended to look envious as she said, 'You sure look young! I mean, you look like you're in your late thirties, but you're telling me your child is already twenty-six?"

'You-" Marie immediately looked livid.

The people around them could not hold in their laughter.

Marie's face instantly turned maroon! She could not even confront a middle -aged woman like that in front of all these people, so she could only swallow her anger! It felt like she was going to burst a blood vessel!

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 25-Cucked Countless Times The older woman looked at Bianca, whose expression had not changed at all. She thought to herself with full contempt, 'As expected of a homewrecker, she's so cold-blooded and heartless! Her own sister has been insulted, but she doesn't seem to care at all!'' Daisy was really regretting it now. If she had known this would happen, she should have used that insult on the b*tch instead!

The subway had barely passed the East Gate station when Daisy could not hold it in anymore. She looked at Bianca and said, "How could you be so heartless, girl?"

Bianca looked at her.

How was she being heartless?

At the same time, she was very curious. What else could this old Daisy hag say with her wagging tongue and utter lack of scruples?

Daisy glared at her. "When we boarded the subway, you tried to take my seat, didn't you? Look at me! I'm already over fifty, so why are you trying to fight me for a seat? You're so young, but you're not good enough to earn enough money for a car, so you come to the subway and steal the seats from us poor old ladies who can barely walk! 1 "Sigh, thank goodness my son is capable enough. He bought a car a long time ago!" Daisy looked so smug when she said that.

When Marie heard that, her back straightened too. She turned around, not even bothering to hide the anticipation on her face as she waited to see Bianca humiliated.

The other young people in the subway were insulted too. They did not earn much and could not afford a car, but some of them also thought that the subway was more convenient. Better that than getting stuck in traffic, i Nevertheless, the old woman was aiming that jab at Bianca, so the others just thought of it as a free sideshow.

"I just graduated and returned to the country. My family wasn't rich to begin with, but thankfully I worked a few more jobs when I was studying. I gave the money I earned to my elders at home so they could buy a car. After all, it's fine for young people like us to squeeze in the subway. We shouldn't let our poor elderly parents fight the subway rush, can we? That would be so unfilial," Bianca replied to the woman calmly, meeting her gaze head-on.

Daisy glared at Bianca, so angry she could spew fire!

The other passengers in the subway began laughing again, but this time they were laughing at that troublemaking old woman.

Would she go home and accuse her son of being unfilial, then?

Just then, the subway reached another stop. Daisy could not stand all the sniggers around her, so she shoved some of the youngsters nearby aside and ran out of the subway, her expression stormy. 1 Marie continued following Bianca.

Bianca did not go anywhere after disembarking from the subway. She just wandered the busy streets slowly, occasionally raising her head and looking at the impressive buildings in the city.

Bianca had a dream, and that was to build a building that was meaningful to her.

Marie followed Bianca down a street before she could not take it anymore. The sun was scorching hot, and it made her skin hurt, i Before she left, she looked at Bianca as though the latter was crazy.

Bianca could not even keep her man, so why was she in the mood to go window-shopping?!

Marie then looked at the scorching sun and started feeling jealous of Bianca again. How could that woman stand under the sun for so long without ever growing dark?!

A cab stopped in front of her, and Marie got into it angrily.

She slammed the door shut and left.

Bianca stared at the library in the center of the city, mesmerized. Finally, she took out her phone and found a better angle to take a photo, saving it in her phone. She planned to study it carefully when she went home.

Only work could help her simplify her thoughts.

Upon returning to her rented unit, Bianca put her bag down and changed into her slippers. She then went into her room and turned on her work laptop, analyzing the buildings she had taken photos off.

That took her until midnight.

The entire afternoon, Jean had not called her or sent her any messages.

It was past midnight after Bianca had bathed and planned to go to sleep when her phone vibrated twice.

She frowned and walked over to take her phone, checking the messages.

As she looked at her phone, there was another vibration.

Three voice messages reached her phone in total. All of them were from Jean.

Bianca raised her head and looked at the night sky outside the window. She clicked on one of the messages and listened. novelbin "Bianca, you're the one in the wrong… but why am I the one out here drinking my sorrows away?

"What happened to my pure and untainted Bianca? Where did you hide her? Give her back to me! Give her back!!

'Tell me, I pursued you for more than four years, but you never agreed to date me… Now we've been together for almost a year… So why won't you… let me touch you?"

Bianca listened to all three of Jean's voice notes.

She was afraid she would miss his suggestion to break up.

However, he never once mentioned it.

It seemed like she would have to be the first to mention breaking up…

While Bianca was lost in her thoughts, her phone vibrated again.

She clicked on the message.

Wherever Jean was, there was a ton of background noise. He howled hysterically, "Why do you act so innocent? All you fcking do is act innocent! I bet you’re real loose with the men behind my back. Are you lonely? I won't look down on you if you have a steady boyfriend, but think about what sort of a life you lived in the UK! How are you any fcking different from a hooker?!"

Bianca's pulse rose and fell like a rollercoaster, but she clenched her teeth and went back to her computer.

Only work would allow her to clear her mind and stop thinking of anything.

However, when she stayed up so late that her mind was going haywire, she still could not stop her thoughts from wandering all over the place, i Bianca did not understand why Jean could not believe his fiancee, why he chose to believe Marie instead. In fact, he would rather believe a random old lady's gossip.

To think that his faith in her was this fragile.

The next morning.

Bianca walked out of the subway station, crossed one street, and walked two or three more minutes to reach the tall skyscraper she worked at.

Just then, Jason Doyle emerged from a Bentley, holding a document file. He was in charge of sending the young master to English class today, but he received a call from the boss on the way.

The boss desperately needed this document he had left at home.

Blanche sat in the car, swinging his short legs when he suddenly saw someone.

"Miss Bea!" Over the past two days, he had been fretting over Miss Bea, wondering how she was doing. At the same time, he could not sneak off to see her again, but now he finally found her.

He turned around and opened the car door. The boy then threw his bag away and leaped off the car.

Bianca had stayed up most of last night. Although she never had dark circles no matter how late she slept, she could not prevent her weariness from showing on her face. She had barely walked up the stairs when she saw a shadow fall over her.

She raised her head and saw Jean Langdon standing right in front of her.

"Move aside." Bianca did not have anything else to say to Jean.

His eyes were bloodshot. He had stayed up all night drinking yesterday, and he looked like a real mess today, i "I wanted to apologize to you for the harsh words I said yesterday. But I'm finally calm now, yet you're mad at me." Something sparked in Jean’s eyes, and he clenched his hands into fists. 2 Bianca looked at this man, mystified, as though she had never really known him.

What on earth was wrong with him? What made him dream up a world where his fiancee cucked him, not once, but countless times…?

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 26-Supple Jean narrowed his eyes wearily, appraising Bianca from head to toe. "When you were sixteen or seventeen, you were all soft and cuddly. But now you're covered in thorns, defensive thorns that stuck out when you're exposed for who you really are."

Bianca listened to Jean's insults and remembered all of the ridiculous accusations he had hurled at her yesterday.

His tone could be so very sharp when he was trying to hurt someone.

It pierced thousands of holes into Bianca’s heart, leaving her bloody and bruised.

She had completely given up now.

"It’s almost time to work now," Bianca said calmly as she walked past him.

However, Jean grabbed her wrist, holding onto her tightly and forcibly pulling her back. His eyes red, he howled, "We haven't cleared this up yet. How can we go to work?!"

Just then, Nina ran out in a hurry. "What are you doing, Jean? Let Bea go!” Bianca was wearing her compulsory high heels to work. Her heels were very low, but that did not mean they were steady. Jean's pulling her hand had instantly caused her to sprain her left ankle.

She bore the pain and yanked her hand away from Jean while Nina tried to pry her brother's large hand away. The next second, Bianca plucked the ring from her left hand and threw it at Jean's face, her expression determined.

When she next raised her head, Bianca said, "Starting from today, we're through."

Bianca's tone was monotonous. Although she was furious, she had to grit her teeth and keep her calm.

If she did not, she would suffer a terrible defeat! 2 To think that over the past five years, the best actors were Jean and Marie Rayne. 1 Nina said she had once advised her brother to stay away from Marie, and Jean had explicitly said that he never had anything to do with her either.

Now, though, Bianca found out that she had been the one who was lied to this entire time.

Right here and now, Marie was sitting next to the fountain in front of the company, doing her make-up as she smiled into her hand mirror, laughing at the comedy unfolding over here. 1 Bianca pulled her gaze back and pursed her lips, refusing to show even a hint of weakness.

The ring had hit Jean smack on his nose. He raised his hand and caught it, the pressure building behind his eyes as he looked at the ring in his hand. After a long time, he raised his gaze to look at Bianca. "We're through? You can say it so easily. I'm hurt and in so much pain, so how could you say it so calmly?"

"Stop that. Both of you need to calm down.” Nina looked at her brother and then at her best friend, Bianca. novelbin Bianca laughed coldly. "I'm calm because I know I'm innocent." 2 "Is that all you have to say to me?!" Jean clenched his fists, on the verge of hysteria again.

"From the moment you distrusted me, there wasn't any point in me saying anything anymore. I’ll just be wasting my breath." Bianca withstood the pain in her ankle and continued walking into the company building.

Jean’s expression instantly turned dark and he chased after her!

Nina grabbed hold of her brother tightly. "You're at work here! Do you want everyone to know about everything? I’m begging you, Bro, other people are watching. Don’t ruin Bea’s life…"

When Bianca heard how Nina was advising Jean, her eyes suddenly turned red. That was right, she had a terrible past she could not erase. If Jean went nuts, there was a chance he would spill it all, regardless of how many people were listening.

What happened to that reasonable, logical Jean she knew?

He knew perfectly well that after what happened to her five years ago, she cared the most about things like her reputation when it came to sexual relationships. Yet that was exactly what he used to attack her.

"You don't believe Bea, but you believe that b*tch Marie Rayne? Who is she to you? Why do you give a flip about her? Is your brain made of mush?” Nina berated her brother, her disappointment written all over her face.

Jean stared at Bianca's back as she left, clenching his hands into fists again. He remembered the imported flowers Bianca had received, he remembered what Marie said, he remembered the advice from Bianca's neighbor, that older lady named Daisy… After that, he looked at his sister with madness in his eyes, saying, "I fell for her tricks once because I believed her, but now she'll never again regain my trust.” 5 Bianca walked into the company.

She kept her head low as she walked, her brain a complete mess.

"Miss Bea."

As the boy’s soft sweet voice reached her ears, Bianca felt someone hug her leg tightly.

Blanche Crawford raised his head, his innocent black eyes opened wide as he said playfully, "Miss Bea, I’ve been hiding here and waiting for you for so long! Now I finally caught you."

Bianca looked around her carefully and saw that her colleagues in the company did not seem to recognize the president's young son.

"Why are you here?" Bianca asked quietly, trying to move the boy's hands away.

However, Blanche just clung onto her leg, mumbling, "Miss Bea, why are your eyes all red?"

On the other end, Jason Doyle had come back downstairs after handing over the document. He immediately found that the young master had vanished, and he searched around for the boy to no avail. Finally, he had no choice but to check the surveillance camera footage, starting from when the young master had left the car to see where he had gone.

Eventually, the cameras showed that the young master was on the first floor of the company building. Jason could not tell where he had leaped out from, but in any case, he was currently hugging Bianca's leg and acting cute.

On the first floor.

Bianca's phone rang.

"Hello." She saw that the caller was Jason Doyle.

To her surprise, Jason said, "Miss Rayne, could you send the young master up to the top floor? Mr. Crawford is quite angry right now."

Bianca was extremely averse to the top floor, so she stuttered, "Uh… Could you come down and bring him up?"

"About that, Miss Rayne…" Jason stopped halfway through that sentence, his gaze on his boss, who had already gotten up. After a few seconds to digest what was happening, Jason said, "It's alright. You just stay right there, Miss Rayne."

Stay right there?

"Jason's coming to get you," Bianca said.

A minute later, though, Bianca saw Luke's tall and slender body emerge from his personal elevator. He then walked toward her.

Bianca was terrified. Looking down at the boy, she said, "Your dad's here to get you. Come on, let go of me."

The kid refused…

The next second, his tiny hand was pulled away by a much larger hand.

Blanche had wrapped his arms around Bianca's thigh, so when Luke grabbed his son’s hand, it was inevitable that he touched Bianca's straight, fair, and supple thigh. 1 Before Blanche followed his father upstairs, he turned around and asked her in concern, "Miss Bea, does it still hurt where my father hit you?"

Bianca was utterly confused.

Hit her?

The boy could see that she was perplexed, so he explained, "You were picky, and Dad spanked you, right? Dad said he even made you cry…"

Bianca looked around her nervously and said, "I… I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore!" After she said that, she noticed that Luke was looking at her, and her face immediately burned painfully. 1 She was worried that the others would misconstrue her relationship with her boss, so she followed up with a polite and formal bow at her boss, trying to act as distant from him as possible. 2 Luke incidentally glanced at her ringless left hand. His stern expression soon turned thoughtful and seductive.

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 27-Bianca returned to the design department.

She had managed to throw Jean off downstairs, but she would still see Jean’s face at their workstations.

Thankfully, they were seated far away from each other.

Sue Carter watched Bianca take her seat and immediately checked her reflection in her mirror, sighing resentfully, "Both of us went outstation and stayed up all night, so why am I covered in black circles while you're perfectly fine, Bianca?"

"What brand do you use to remove your black circles, Bianca?” asked one of her female colleagues asked anxiously. 3 Bianca raised her head and said a little awkwardly, "I never used one…"

"Not at all?!" Her colleague was shocked. "Are you a fairy? How could you stay up all night without black circles?! Sooob… We should throw all of the all-nighters here at the department onto you…"

Sue put her mirror aside and said teasingly, "Don't you bully Bianca now. Her boyfriend Jean is right here protecting her!” Everyone felt another wave of envy at Bianca!

After that little jab, though, Sue was alert enough to notice that both Bianca and Jean looked a little off.

Later, Bianca was so tired that she picked up her coffee mug to get some coffee. Sue followed behind her. When they went into the pantry, Sue made sure that there was no one outside before she approached Bianca and asked, "Did you get into a fight with Jean?"

Both of them had gone outstation to H City before and spent two days together, so Bianca had a very good impression of Sue. To her, Sue was not aloof at all and treated the newbies well, i "We broke up."

Sue was stunned. "But it’s barely been any time since the trip! You two seemed perfectly fine in the car on the way back, so why’d you suddenly break up?"

Bianca stirred her coffee, depressed…

"Okay, okay. You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to." Sue felt somewhat awkward. After all, Bianca must be really upset right now, yet she just had to bring it up.

"Couples argue all the time. Just give yourselves some time to calm down, and you'll be a match made in heaven again in a few days," Sue tried to comfort her.

Bianca shook her head.

Sue did not dare to say anything more. After all, they had only just gotten to know each other, so she could not pry into Bianca's private affairs too much.

That noon, Sue wanted to invite Bianca out to lunch, but Nina was one step ahead of her. That was fine; Sue knew that Nina was Jean’s sister, so the two future sisters-in-law should be able to talk about it more openly.

On the way to the cafeteria, Nina sighed. "I don't know what on earth happened to my brother. Why the heck would he believe what that sl*t Marie says?"

Bianca laughed it off. "Forget it."novelbin The more Bianca forced a laugh, though, the more Nina thought she had been hurt. "Don’t give up on my brother so easily, Bea. Since that b*tch wants to make some drama, two can play at that game!"

Just then, Bianca’s phone rang.

It was the head of the design department, Aimes.

'The head’s calling," Bianca said to Nina in a whisper.

Nina nodded and let Bianca take the call.

As Bianca went to the window to answer the call, Nina went to the cafeteria to get some food. As Bianca’s best friend, she knew exactly what Bianca liked, so by the time Bianca returned to their table, she saw two sets of lunch there waiting for her.

Bianca sat down and picked up her chopsticks, saying, "I have to eat fast. The head sent me on another assignment."

'What assignment? Is it another outstation trip?" Nina shrieked.

Bianca took a bite of rice and swallowed it before saying, "Not this time. This time, it's the daughter of some director out there who came to visit. The higher-ups are quite concerned about the reception she's going to get, so Sue Carter and I are in charge of welcoming her."

"Ha, I don't know what to say to do that anymore." Nina poked her rice with her chopsticks, muttering, "Newbies have no rights whatsoever, huh? It's one thing if Sue Carter likes to take all the PR and admin stuff on herself, but why’d she drag you into the water with her?! If she gets promoted or gets a raise later, do you get a cut too?

"A director's daughter, huh? Sounds like a pain already!" Nina tapped Bianca's soup bowl and warned her, 'There’s no need to keep your head down. If she bullies you, call me and I’ll rip her to shreds!"

Bianca gulped down her food and put her lunchbox aside, telling Nina," Take your time, I need to run for it." With that, she turned and left.

"Slow down… If you eat that fast, what'll happen to your poor stomach?" Nina was worried for Bianca's sake, but Bianca had already vanished in a rush.

The company had sent a car and driver specifically to pick Charlotte Shaw from the airport.

Charlotte Shaw walked out of the airport. She was 160 centimeters tall and stood on stilettos that were at least another 20 centimeters. Her outfit was part of the new Chanel seasonal line-up, while her bag was limited edition Hermes. 1 If they added up her high-end jewelry as well, her complete outfit was worth at least a million, i Sue could not help but mutter to Bianca, "I bet no one’s flashier than Charlotte Shaw. I mean, her father's still the leader of a related government department. Isn’t she afraid of causing her dear old dad trouble with his job?"

Soon enough, Charlotte approached the car.

Bianca's expression was perfectly neutral as she greeted Charlotte politely. "Good day, Miss Shaw."

"Good day!" Charlotte greeted them flippantly, glancing over at Sue's and Bianca’s professional outfits. There was contempt in her eyes; what peasants!

Jason was the assigned driver, but Charlotte treated him quite differently.

It was probably because Charlotte had done her homework before coming to A City. She probably knew that Jason was Luke's trusted aide. Since she was here for Luke, how could she not know about his relationships with the people around him?

On the way back, Charlotte insisted on taking the passenger's seat, all so she could chat with Jason, the driver, a bit more.

Meanwhile, Sue and Bianca sat in the backseats quietly without saying a single word.

Charlotte asked Jason, "I'm quite curious, Mr. Doyle. Does Mr. Crawford have a girlfriend? Why haven't I seen any women around him?"

Jason smiled, but that was not a question he could answer so easily.

If he said Mr. Crawford was single, he would probably end up pushing this pest Charlotte onto his boss. If he said Mr. Crawford was taken, then… then he might end up misleading the flower Mr. Crawford really wanted to pick, right?

Jason glanced at Bianca in the backseat and subtly pulled his gaze back before telling Charlotte, "I don't really know about my boss' private life.

Why don’t you ask him directly, Miss Shaw?"

"Oh, I see." Charlotte only stopped talking when she realized she was not getting anything from Jason.

Bianca’s eyes were fixed on the freeway zipping past the car window as she let her thoughts wander. Suddenly, she heard Jason add, half-seriously and half-jokingly, "Men like Mr. Crawford are actually a little scary. He won't easily fall for any woman, not that I've seen at least, but if he actually does fall for someone, I think he might stick to her for life. If she tries to betray him, or even break up with him, she might best pick out a graveyard and an ash urn in advance…"

Bianca could not see Charlotte’s expression.

However, Bianca herself was stunned. "Either love or death!" How possessive must he be to think that? How could a man love a woman in such a perverse and extreme way…?

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 28-Burn Her Body With Desire They reached the city center.

Jason gripped the steering wheel, asking Charlotte, "Miss Shaw, do you want me to send you to your hotel or the shopping center so you can explore?"

"Neither. I invited a friend out for lunch,” said Charlotte as she patched up her make-up and put her lipstick away.

Jason understood and asked, "Have you decided on where you'll eat? If you haven't made a reservation, we can make you one whenever you want.” If T Corporation was an empire in the business world, Luke would be its emperor and Jason, his trusted aide, its prime minister. Jason obeyed one man and commanded all the rest.

Of course Charlotte would feel cocky when a man like that treated her with such respect.

"Oh, we've made our reservations.” Charlotte told him where she was going to eat.

The car headed straight for her destination.

About ten minutes later, Jason stopped the car by the curb. "Here we are, Miss Shaw."

"Thank you!" Charlotte grabbed her bag and flipped her wavy brown hair. Before she got out of the car, she pointed a finger at the backseat. "You, come with me.” Jason frowned subtly. Charlotte's smug attitude was getting on his nerves.

On the other hand, Bianca was not at all surprised Charlotte would behave like that.

Charlotte Shaw was a pampered materialistic heiress. She probably felt all unnatural without a few lackeys behind her. 1 Now, though, Charlotte did not ask Sue to follow her. Perhaps it was because Sue looked quite stern and intimidating when she was not smiling.

To put it bluntly, Bianca looked weaker and easier to bully!

Bianca got out of the car.

Jason drove the car away.

"Follow me." Charlotte looked at the unassuming Bianca as though she was a pet puppy and then left without another word.

A hundred meters ahead of them was the grand hotel where Charlotte had made her reservation.

Bianca received a message on her phone.

"Although we're in charge of welcoming her, she isn't anything to us. If she’s polite, you can stay polite. If she's rude, you don't have to bend over to her either." It was a text from Sue.

Charlotte turned around and said, "Why are you so slow? Keep up!"

Bianca put her phone into her bag.

Charlotte had booked an extremely extravagant room in the five-star hotel. The person she was supposed to be meeting was not here yet, so Charlotte sat down and started fixing her make-up again.

Bianca did not have anything to do, so she just took a seat on a couch nearby.

Soon, Charlotte’s phone rang.

She picked up, saying, "Hey, are you here yet? How could you keep me waiting for so long, you little btch?! Do you wanna die?!” Bianca paused when she heard that. She thought to herself that this friend of Charlotte's, the girl she called "little btch", was probably no better than Charlotte in terms of personality. 1 "Your mom? I don't like having elders around." Charlotte demurred for a bit before relenting with a sigh. "Fine, fine. Let your mother tag along.” About twenty more minutes later, the room door opened.

Bianca stood up instinctively out of politeness, but when she met gazes with her stepmother Jennifer Lee and Marie Rayne, all the blood instantly drained from her face, i Clearly, politeness was unnecessary here! 1 Jennifer and Marie were stunned for a second too.

"Do you… know each other?" Charlotte could tell there was something wrong with the atmosphere.

Jennifer was the first to react, all smiles as she appraised Charlotte and praised out loud, "Are you Charlotte? Marie told me so much about you! Wow, you’re so pretty, so fair and slender. I heard that when you were studying overseas, you were the idol of your school, surpassing all the pretty foreign girls!"

The compliments made Charlotte shy, but she accepted them as though they were natural too. She thought she deserved such praise, so she instantly agreed with this lady's taste. Before she knew it, she had graciously accepted the way Jennifer held her hands too.

When Marie saw how well her mother was getting along with Charlotte, she instantly smiled proudly.

"Ma'am, Marie, come and sit over here," said Charlotte.

Marie walked over to Charlotte, but when she walked past Bianca, she asked, "Why are you here?” "Have fun chatting. I need to go to the washroom," Bianca said calmly.

With that, she walked out of the room.

"How do you know her, Charlotte?” That was her stepmother Jennifer's voice.

"Oh, I don’t know her, Ma’am,’’ Charlotte said hurriedly. "I'm here in A City to meet my fiance, and she's just an employee at my fiance's company. She's in charge of following me around, holding my stuff and buying me water."

Bianca walked down the corridor, their voices blurring into the distance.

She knew just how well Jennifer and Marie would assault her character. Over the years, Bianca had long since grown used to it, and she would not easily grow enraged by it either.

She knew that the angrier she grew, the more excited those two would get.

In the room, Marie mentioned Bianca and then stopped, hesitating…

Charlotte could not stand the suspense, so she berated Marie, "Just spit it out, Marie! Don't you go hiding things for me!"

"Just tell her! Charlotte's so sweet and innocent that I’m afraid she’ll suffer for it!"

Jennifer added oil to the flames.

Her words made Charlotte narrow her eyes dangerously, staring at Marie.

Marie acted as though she was forced to say it. "Charlotte, you gotta be careful. You said you're here to meet your fiance, and Bianca Rayne's an employee at your fiance’s company, right? I'm afraid, so afraid…"

"Afraid? Of what?” Charlotte instantly reacted. "Her name’s Bianca Rayne? I never asked for her name before! Why is her last name Rayne too?” 1 Rayne was not a very common last name, and yet she had now met two people with that name, both of them who knew each other. Charlotte's suspicions were instantly piqued.

"I won’t try hiding it from you. Bianca is my sister, but we’re not related by blood at all. My mother married her father, both of them on their second marriages." Marie glanced at her mother, looking hurt and pitiful as she said, "My mother funded her overseas study, but she didn't focus on her studies when she was out there. She spent all her time seducing rich foreigners and has a terrible reputation in that sense. I'm afraid… You have to be careful around your fiance. She might steal him away too…"

Charlotte was so angry that she slammed her hand onto the table. "She wants to seduce my man? Let's see her try!"

"Don't underestimate her. Her birth mother had single-handedly stolen a married man, and quite a famous one at that. He divorced his original wife for her mother and even split up their shares, doing all sorts of horrible things. Her father told me and my mother to keep a tight eye on her, just in case she ends up like her mother." After Marie said that, she calmly took a sip of tea.

'Til destroy her right now!" 1 Charlotte leaped to her feet and whispered into Marie's ear, "You know the clubs well, right? Have your friends send me some of those drugs within half an hour. Money isn’t an issue. It'd be even better if you find me one of those player-type guys!" 2 Marie was inwardly over the moon, but she acted shocked and confused." Why do you want those drugs?"

"I want to burn her body with desire, so I can film the way she kneels down and sucks off a man. Then I can put that on the internet…" Charlotte looked absolutely determined to nip Bianca in the bud.

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 29-Bianca Shook Her Head, Trying To Clear Her Mind Marie looked stunned. "But… She's my little sister…” Jennifer had been out and about in society for several decades, and she had long since witnessed all of the nasty things women did to each other. The moment Charlotte looked up, she immediately knew what the girl was planning.

Charlotte muttered to Marie coldly, "Stop defending that little b*tch! She’s a tumor that should be removed ASAP. Both you and your mother have already tried helping her. You funded her studies overseas and spent so much money on her. You've already done more than enough for her. It's her own fault for knowing nothing other than seducing other people's men!

"I’m telling you, she is nothing to me, and I have to do this to her to protect my love!" With that, Charlotte went back to her seat.

Marie pretended to be conflicted about it for such a long time until Charlotte frowned, on the verge of losing her temper. Only then did Marie make the necessary arrangements.

… i After Marie left the room, she first glanced toward the washroom.

Once she was sure that the coast was clear, she walked to a hidden corner and made a call.

The tone rang for a long time before someone picked up. Marie said impatiently, "What took you so long? Did you drop dead on some hussy's tits?"

The man on the other end was no saint either, his tone rough as he said," What do you want? Get on with it.” Marie could not care less about anything else, either. She finally had a chance, so she had to get this done. "I’ll cut the crap, Theo. Get me some of those drugs, and make 'em as strong as they come. I want something fast-acting and good enough to have even the holiest of nuns instantly begging for d*ck!"

"When do you want it?"

"Now. Bring 'em over within half an hour." Marie was afraid of missing this golden opportunity, so she sounded somewhat hasty. "Money isn't an issue. As long as you get this done, I’ll pay you twenty K."

While Theo hesitated, Marie told him the address of the five-star hotel.

The moment he heard that fancy location, Theo stopped doubting Marie’s sincerity. Anyone who could "do things" in such a grand hotel must surely be filthy rich. They would not bail on the bill. "Alright, I'll get them to you within twenty minutes."

"Hurry it up! See, when there's money to be got, you’re the first one I go to!" Marie was worried that the walls had ears, so she was extremely nervous. After that, she remembered something else and said, "You come over too! You haven't had a broad in forever, right? You can have this one. You can break her body or her mind, up to you." i "Sure thang!" Theo agreed without hesitation.

… i When Marie returned to the room, Bianca was not back yet.

"It's done, but since it’s such short notice, my friend wants a hundred thousand," Marie said in a message to Charlotte.

"Money is not an issue to me," replied Charlotte.

Bianca only returned from the washroom after a long time. When she next entered the room, she looked pale and extremely unwell.

'You’re back! Come on, take a seat." Charlotte grew all enthusiastic, saying, "I didn't know you’re Marie's younger sister! If I did, I wouldn't have dared to ask you to come with me."

"It's fine," Bianca said. "Sorry, Miss Shaw, but I'm not feeling well, so I have to leave now."

Both Marie and Jennifer grew nervous. They were so close to getting her!

‘You can’t leave." Charlotte grabbed Bianca's arm and appraised her, saying, "We got to know each other, so we're kind of friends now. I'll have to ask you to help me out with Luke from now on."

However, Bianca said, "I'm only a salaried worker, so I don't think I'll interact with the president all that much." She was trying to distance herself from Luke Crawford. Charlotte was not some random nobody, and she did not want to make an enemy of her.

Bianca did not want Charlotte to misunderstand her relationship with Luke.

'You’re still his employee, after all. I’m sure you know more than I do." Charlotte pressed Bianca back in her seat and smiled. 'Tell me what you know about him."

Marie heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Bianca sit down.

This time, she had to get rid of Bianca once and for all!

Theo Gibson was a monster. He was only thirty-two, but he already mixed with all the wrong crowds. Unfortunately, he even accidentally contracted AIDS last year. 2 Marie was quite glad that Theo had that disease. She was going to give it to Bianca too tonight! i Once she did, Bianca would never be able to recover from it!

The four women chatted in the room for a few minutes, but Bianca did not want to stay for long.

Seeing that, Jennifer immediately mentioned, "Bianca, have you been in contact with your father?"

Bianca had been adamant about leaving, but now she looked at Jennifer and asked, "My dad, how's he…?"

"He’s not feeling very well again. His chances are slim." Jennifer had used Bianca's five years overseas to cut her father off from her completely. Now that she was bringing up Kevin Rayne's health again, Bianca would definitely let down all her defenses and focus fully on asking about her father's condition.

Fifteen minutes later, a waiter brought in the food.

Marie received a message on her phone and stood up to leave the room.

When she next returned, Marie saw that no one had touched the drinks on the table, so she picked it up and gave it to Charlotte. 'This is yours.” After that, she handed Bianca another glass.

She was worried that Bianca would grow suspicious, so she did not act very enthusiastic about it, but when she handed Bianca her fruit juice, she subtly poured the transparent liquid hiding in her palm into the glass.

'Your father will get better" Charlotte raised her glass and said, "I'll toast with this juice instead of wine. Cheers! Bianca, you gotta keep those nasty women away from Luke for me, okay?"

Bianca's thoughts were completely occupied by her father’s health. She held up her glass and clinked it against Charlotte’s without thinking, taking a small sip from the juice.

"When will my father come back? Please tell me his phone number." Bianca was polite for once. She was only treated Jennifer and Marie politely against her wishes when her father was involved.

Jennifer said, "Your dad changed his number, and I'm waiting for him to call me too."

Bianca's expression distorted. How could Jennifer possibly not know if he changed his number?! The two of them were not going to stop until they squeezed her dad of every last penny! 1 Perhaps her anger made her thirsty. Bianca picked up her juice and took another sip.

After that, Bianca put down her glass and said, "I’ll be…"

Before she could say "leaving now", she suddenly felt a flame surge into her brain. It slowly burned down to her chest, as though there was a fire burning there.

Marie held her breath, watching as Bianca quickly lost her rational mind. She yanked at her collar with one hand and pulled her long black hair away from her collar with the other.

Charlotte, on the other hand, was jealous. She thought that Bianca was unassuming before this, but now that she looked closely, she saw that Bianca had fair skin and rosy lips, her slender neck white as snow. Her every move radiated desire beneath that purity. It was such a provocative sight.

Even Charlotte, a woman, felt tempted. How could a man possibly withstand her?!

Bianca shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She panted heavily, looking at Marie and Charlotte. When she saw how nervous and excited the two of them looked, she suddenly understood…

She grabbed her bag and quickly ran out of the room. 1 She could not let these b*tches have their way! 1 Marie could not stand the suspense. She gave Theo a call and chased after Bianca. When she reached an empty spot, she commanded him, 'The girl’s gone downstairs. Hurry, go to the hotel entrance and catch her! If you break her tonight, I'll pay you ten thousand. If you successfully give her AIDS, I'll give you another ten thousand! Hop on it!

Twins in Her Womb: Sir President Please be Gentle Chapter 30-She Was Falling At His Feet!

"Hot, it's so hot…

"Why does it feel so bad? Ugh…"

With her last strand of consciousness, Bianca slammed the elevator buttons. The doors finally opened later, and she managed to get inside.

Thankfully, she was the only person in here!

Bianca hid in the descending elevator, her face turning an unnatural shade of red. She could not stop the moans from leaking through her lips.

The elevator slowly descended to the seventh floor and stopped there.

Bianca saw a boy walk into the elevator. He looked like he was only eighteen or nineteen, and he was over 170 centimeters tall, casually dressed.

He was probably still a college student.

"A-Are you okay?" He immediately noticed that there was something wrong with Bianca. It gave him a shock, and he stammered out his question.

"I'm… I'm fine." Bianca frowned. "Don't come close to me."

The feeling was just too hard to suppress. She felt as though she was floating in the sea, bobbing uncertainly on the waves. Right now, she desperately needed an anchor.

For some reason, when she looked at the boy in front of her, she instinctively thought that he was that anchor…

The woman's passionate gaze made the boy's face redden. Although she was very pretty and clean, exuding feminine hormones, he just did not dare to touch her.

"Should… Should I send you to the hospital?" the boy suggested kindly." You seem to be in a lot of pain."

In Bianca’s mind, her primal instincts were currently at war with her logic.

She instinctively wanted to hug that boy, and that desire to approach kept growing stronger, all just because he was a man! However, her logic told her not to go closer, telling her that it was only the drug talking!

Just then, the elevator reached the first floor.

The doors opened.

Someone stood outside, casting a shadow over the people inside.

"Shall I take you to the hospital?" The boy had no time to look outside. The first thing he wanted to do was help Bianca walk. He was worried that another man would take advantage of her as she was now.

Before he could even lay a finger on her, however, a sudden force shoved him all the way into the elevator. His back slammed into the mirror wall inside the elevator with a loud thump, the pain making him grimace…

When he raised his head again, he saw that a man had lifted the woman into his arms.

The man's back alone showed that he was tall, and his legs long. He wore a suit and leather shoes, and even from the back, the boy could sense how imposing he was. He emanated a cold arrogance that told everyone around him one thing:

He was not to be messed with!

At the hotel entrance, Theo was looking everywhere for Bianca! 1 Where else could a drugged woman run to on her own?

He would get some money if he played with her, and he could get more money if he gave her AIDS. What a steal! Besides, he had not done anything like this for a while now. Just the thought of it got him excited!

Theo could not stand still at all. He might not find a suitable plaything for another month if he let this woman slip between his fingers, so he walked to the reception counter and asked, "Did you see a woman walk out of the elevator?"

'What kind of a woman?" the receptionist asked.

"Uh, she probably drank too much, so she might be dizzy and feeling unbearably hot too. Her face should be bright red…" Theo did not dare to say too much, lest he arouse any suspicions.

Luke happened to hear what Theo said, and he turned around to look at Theo coldly, i The receptionist replied, "Sorry, I don’t think I’ve seen her."

Theo thanked her and continued waiting at the elevator, even mumbling to herself, "Has she not come down yet? Did she hide in some washroom somewhere?" With that, he went upstairs in search of her. novelbin Luke carried Bianca away.

It was not that Theo did not see Luke, but he only saw the latter’s back. At the same time, he had never seen Bianca before, and he had no idea how the woman was dressed or what she looked like. That was why he did not dare to look at the woman Luke was carrying at all. 2 That man had such cold, hard, and chiseled features. Theo could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary man. Average Joes like Theo could never afford to offend powerful men like that, not if he wanted to live!

There was a car stopped at the hotel entrance. Jason was waiting inside. Luke did not take Bianca into the car, though. Right now, she looked like a stray cat in heat, leaning into his embrace all soft and fair. She was even molesting him all over.

Lighting fires all over his body.

No one could see her like this, not even Jason!

Once they left the hotel, Luke had no choice but to carry this misbehaving woman somewhere less populated.

There was a huge Ferris wheel close to the hotel, but it was only a decorative piece here in the city. It was not actually meant for entertainment purposes.

The Ferris wheel was wholly owned by T Corporation. Luke carried Bianca toward it.

A password was needed to ride this Ferris wheel.

Bianca was shaking violently, and Luke pressed her into his arms as he dialed Jason’s number. While he looked down at the moaning Bianca, he asked, "What’s the password to the Ferris wheel?" 1 'The… Ferris wheel?” Jason blinked but did not dare to pry further. All he said was, 'The password is 49270166."

"Alright. I'll step away for a bit. Go into the hotel and investigate who came into the contact with Bianca Rayne today. She's been drugged, and I demand to know the truth!" With that, Luke quickly hung up the call, his expression cool as ice. 3 Bianca could barely even stand, her body leaning onto Luke's sturdy chest limply as though she could absorb his cool temperature that way. It felt so good that she sighed sweetly.

"Hug me… Mm… Take me…" she invited him subconsciously, moaning and tempting him in desperation.

Luke’s eyes grew deeper and darker. He held her chin and raised her small face, only the size of his palm. His scorching gaze stared into her pretty misty eyes as he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"You… You're…" Bianca could not say. The drugs had taken over her, almost changing her personality completely. Right now, she was just desperate with need. "Mm… Mmm… Ah… Give me… I'm begging you…” She was falling at his feet!

Luke tried his hardest to suppress his bodily reaction, but she kept mewling like a kitten…

When she saw that the man was not doing anything, Bianca could not resist the urge to stand on the tips of her toes, draping herself over his body with some difficulty and moaning breathlessly into his ear, "I… I feel so bad… So thirsty… Feed me…"

Luke's left hand had already cupped her slender waist, and he secretly applied some strength. As he pursed his lips, the sexy knot in his throat bobbed, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you want me to feed you?” "Ah… You…" The man's voice and his large hand controlling her body filled Bianca's mind. The sensation of his voice and the touch of his body made her feel such vastly different things. 1 Her small hand caressed his chest frantically through his shirt, her sweet and soft lips pressing against his neck. She sucked in… The man's beautiful neckline instantly tensed up!