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

Chapter 112 Luke Could Not Hold His Anger Any Longer!

When the little guy threw himself at Bianca, she was thrown off balance and fell on a cushion.

No matter how hard she tried to control herself, her heart still beat uncontrollably. Her heartbeat clearly

told her how nervous and scared she was then.

’Boohoo..." Blanche cried desperately. His tiny and short stature made him look even more pitiful.

Bianca patted the little guy and looked at the thick bandage wrapped around his knee. She had seen

some blood stains on it from the moment she saw him.

However, the fact that the cast was removed meant that he was not injured too badly.

"Are you okay?' Brayden was worried about Bianca's fall.

Fortunately, Brayden reacted quickly and placed a soft cushion underneath her.

When Brayden glanced at the child, he was about to persuade the child that if he had a problem, he

should talk about it with his dad and not to hold on to a stranger.

However, before Brayden could say anything, his phone rang.

"Hello, Mr. Larson," Brayden answered.

Mr. Larson's impatient voice shouted, "Brayden, are you trying to get fired? Do you know what time it

is?!"

"Go, I can handle it here."

Bianca was terribly flustered now and she had also heard Brayden's manager shouting from his phone.

Brayden looked into her eyes. He hesitated and finally told her, "Call me if you need anything."

Bianca nodded.

When Brayden left, he glanced at the little boy's father as he passed by him.

Before he could say anything, Brayden saw the man with the furrowed brows staring intently at his

stubborn son who would not stop holding onto a stranger. After the man stared at his son, he left with

his daughter and turned away.

The little girl also kicked her legs and did not want to go.

Brayden knew better than to butt in into other people's affairs. Even though it was worrisome for him to

see the scene, he went out to hail a taxi down. When he was hailing down a taxi, he also saw the same

man forcing his daughter into a black Bentley RV before going back to the restaurant again.

At that moment, a taxi stopped.

Brayden got into the taxi and glanced at the restaurant.

Through the large, clean, and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, the man walked toward where

Brayden had eaten with Bianca earlier. The man stretched out his arm and grabbed his son who was

holding onto Bianca tightly.

The taxi drove away.

Brayden relaxed when he saw that the father had taken care of his son.

"I won't go! I don't want to go back with you! I won't! Daddy, you're coldblooded and merciless!"

Blanche struggled fiercely and was obviously stronger than the little girl.

While Bianca looked at the child sadly, she also glanced at the street outside the restaurant in a panic.

Brayden was nowhere to be seen outside.

She was grateful that Mr. Larson had called Brayden away in time.

Otherwise, she did not know what the child would have said.

In this lifetime until forever and ever, she was never going to have any type

of relationship with Luke. Her heart was already set on her new life.

The waiter came over and carefully reset the table that had been moved by the struggling child.

Bianca picked up her bag.

When the waiter cleaned up their table, she went to settle the bill.

"The gentleman with you has already settled it," the cashier said to her with a smile.

At that moment, the man who left with his son came back into the restaurant.

There was a yellow SpongeBob Squarepants suitcase in front of the cashier.

With one arm holding his son, Luke picked up the small suitcase with his other arm. However,

throughout the entire time, he did not look at Bianca.

Bianca left silently.

"Aunt Bea, save me... I don't want to go! I don't want to live with my dad!" Blanche's stubbornness

came through as he kicked his two short legs hard, completely dirtying his dad's black suit.

The little guy called out to her pitifully. He reached out a little hand to her and started sobbing.

The waiter in the restaurant stole a few glances at them and realized that the child knew the lady.

Otherwise, why would he know to call her Aunt Bea?

Luke looked at his son's pitiful appearance, then looked at Bianca who was standing indifferently two

meters away. He could not hold his anger any longer. He lowered his head and shouted, "If you don't

stop making so much noise, I'll give you up for adoption!"

Blanche wished that Daddy did not want him either.

’I'd rather that, then."

Bianca was not being indifferent. She just did not want to intervene. She did not want to get involved by

seeing, hearing, or thinking about them.

However, it always took some time for thoughts to manifest into actions.

When she decided to leave, she lowered her head and walked out of the restaurant, pretending that

she did not hear any of that.

The child’s leg injury should be dealt with by his own father.

"Boohoo, Aunt Bea... Don't you love me anymore?" Blanche cried out heartbreakingly and struggled

even more intensely while Luke got so angry that he threw the suitcase in his other arm.

As the cartoon suitcase hit the floor with a bang, the lock on it broke.

The little guy who successfully broke free from his father's arms ignored everything and ran to the door.

"Aunt Bea, don't go, okay?"

Bianca initially wanted to walk away quickly, but before she could, the little guy hugged her thigh.

When she looked back, Blanche had his knees on the ground because he ran too fast. His left knee

and left arm were scraped badly, shocking Bianca when she saw him.

His right knee was already badly scraped, so now both of his legs were badly injured.

Bianca crouched down and picked up the child.

She looked at the little guy in her arms with her red eyes. She liked him very much. She had previously

dreamt of marrying Luke and raising his two kids together with him.

However...

Bianca was afraid that she would cry, so she lowered her head and touched the little guy's forehead

with her forehead. She did not let herself look into the little guy's crying red eyes. She said, "Don't ever

do this again."

She could not take the child away.

It was not the child's decision to go with whoever he wanted to.

Rainie and Lanie were Luke's kids, not orphans in the streets without parents.

"Aunt Bea, you won't abandon us, right?" the little guy stopped crying and asked innocently as he

endured the pain of his chafed arm and bleeding scraped knees.

Bianca shook her head but found herself scared to shake her head too obviously. She did not want the

child to get hurt again because of his emotions.

In the restaurant.

The waitress who went to the bathroom to wash her hands started gossiping. 'What about that Aunt

Bea? What do you think is going on? Did she let go of the rich and handsome guy to go for the

working-class man instead?"

"What do you know? Rich men aren't always good men." The waiter who wiped her hands analyzed.

"First of all, he has two children. If she marries into a rich family, she'll have to be someone’s

stepmother. I think that it’s normal for some women to not want that... Also, the rich guy has a bad

temper. Throwing things and forcing his son away? He's so not gentle."

"You can see it from another perspective too. Isn't he angry because he's embarrassed? The kid

doesn't want to go with his dad and wants to go with his Aunt Bea instead. In addition to that, that Aunt

Bea is with another man. I think that really hurt the man's self-esteem. If that happened to any guy, I

think they'd also lose their temper." The other waiter defended the child's father.

"I guess you have a point..."

The two waitresses walked out of the bathroom one after another.