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

Chapter 1219 Extreme Discomfort

Bianca was not very happy when she heard that. She was expecting Luke to take care of her.

She slowly opened her eyes. She did not have to pretend that she was weak because she was already

uncomfortable enough.

"I'm not feeling very well, Luke," Bianca said softly to evoke Luke's pity. At the same time, she was wondering why

her temperature was so low even though she felt much worse.

"You'll be fine. Just have some rest." Luke tucked her in, though he suddenly thought of Luca at that moment. Luca

must have suffered a lot when she was fighting the effects of the drug, but she said nothing at all. Instead, she had

closed her eyes and grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly.

When Luke stepped out of the bathroom in the hotel, he noticed the creases on the bedsheets and realized that she

had not complained one bit.

"Luke..." Bianca wanted to tell Luke to accompany her, but she could not finish her sentence.

Luke came to his senses. By comparing the two women who were feeling unwell at the same time, Luca's resilience

was a stark contrast to Bianca's weakness.

"Rest well." He stood up and told the caretaker, "Take care of Madam.' "Yes," the caretaker replied as she watched

Luke leave the room.

She had been working in Crawford Manor for two years. Whenever she chatted with the other caretakers who had

worked there for longer, they would always talk about how things were in the past.

They said that Bianca used to be very caring toward the servants in the household and how Luke had loved Bianca

and would do everything for her.

The caretaker shook her head. Things were not the case now.

Luke did not seem like he loved Bianca, and Bianca was not as approachable as the others said.

Bianca lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Without looking, she could tell that Luke had already left the room.

He had left just like that, not caring that she was getting sicker and sicker in bed.

The caretaker saw that Bianca was sweating again, so she wiped her forehead with a towel.

Bianca wanted to say something, but she did not have the strength to do so. She could feel her condition

deteriorating fast.

She could not tell the caretaker to inform Luke about her condition. With no other choice, she closed her eyes and

soon fell asleep.

Luke returned to the study. Ever since that moment in the bedroom, his thoughts were occupied with images of

Luca, and he could not calm himself down at all.

Under the influence of the drug, Luca seemed so charming.

He admitted that he was bewitched at that moment, and he would not have been able to resist it if not for his

mental fortitude.

As he sat in his executive chair, he could not stop thinking about Luca, and he was getting more and more aroused.

’Damn it," he cursed. He turned on his computer and contacted Gale.

"How is the investigation coming along?" He asked.

Gale frowned and replied, "Things aren't going smoothly, Boss. It's as though this Luca woman never existed. We

couldn't find anyone who knows her over here, and her identity and background are, as far as we can tell, non-

existent." "She can't possibly have a non-existent background unless she made up her identity,” Luke said.

Gale nodded and understood what he meant. He continued, "Yes. Gale and I will continue to investigate this." "Mm.”

Luke nodded.

The night passed uneventfully.

Near dawn, the caretaker knocked on the door of the study hurriedly.

Luke was startled awake from his dream. He rarely dreamed, but he had dreamed once again.

In the dream, Bianca's face turned into Luca's face. She sat on his lap, and she stroked down his body with her

slender hands.

Her hands slowly traveled down his face, to his neck, his shoulders, and his chest. Those hands seemed to be

magical and tickled his every nerve...

He woke up when those hands traveled below his abdomen.

Frustratedly, he propped his forehead with his hand. Why would he dream of that? Was it because he had not made

out with a woman for so long?

Even if that were the case, he should have dreamed about Bianca instead of Luca.

Knock knock! Knock knock! The knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Who is it?" He sat up tiredly.

"Sir, Madam’s fever is at 102 degrees now," the caretaker said anxiously.

She had been taking Bianca's temperature every half an hour, just like Luke ordered. Even until half an hour ago,

Bianca's temperature was 99.5 degrees.

Other than the excessive sweating and occasional sleep-talking, she seemed normal.

The caretaker had been staying up all night wiping the sweat from her forehead and wetting her lips with a cotton

swab. She was shocked when Bianca's temperature rose dramatically.

Luke got up and opened the door. "What happened?" "She was fine half an hour ago, but suddenly..." The caretaker

showed him the record of temperatures on the thermometer in case Luke blamed her.

"Has she taken her medicine?" Luke glanced at it and walked toward the master bedroom.

The caretaker followed closely behind and said, "Madam woke up around midnight and said that she felt very

uncomfortable, so I've given her the medication earlier, but her temperature did not decrease. Should we call Dr.

Cairn again?” "Get the driver to prepare the car. I want to bring her to the hospital," Luke said. If her condition did

not improve even after she took the medication, she would have to be hospitalized.

"Alright." The caretaker ran downstairs and informed Sean.

Luke went into the master bedroom and saw Bianca lying on the bed. Her lips were pale and cracked from the

fever, while her face was an unnatural shade of red.

She opened her eyes slightly when she heard the footsteps, but her vision was blurry. "Luke? Is that you?"

Her voice was weak, as though she was whispering. He could not discern what she said if he did not focus on

listening.

"It's me. Don't be afraid. I'll send you to the hospital now," Luke said. He took a coat from the closet, pulled the

blankets away, wrapped her up with the coat, and carried her in his arms.

Bianca could feel her body being lifted up by a pair of strong arms. However, she was so sick that she could not feel

the romance in the situation.

At that moment, she regretted taking the pill. If she had known that the pill would cause her so much discomfort,

she should have just pretended to be sick.

Of course, there was nothing for her to do except regret it.

Luke carried her downstairs.

It was already six o'clock, and Old Master Crawford was already awake and sitting in the living room preparing to go

for his morning exercise." What’s wrong?" He asked when he saw Luke rushing down the stairs with Bianca in his

arms.

"Bea suddenly has a fever. I'm bringing her to the hospital," Luke explained as he walked toward the door.

Old Master Crawford frowned as he watched them leave. The caretaker had told him that Bianca had a mild fever

the night before, but it had suddenly become a high fever.

Sean was waiting at the front gate with the car. When he saw Luke coming out of the house, he opened the car

door for him.ab