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

The suite door was pushed open when Luca was about to lift her clothes.

Luke looked in the direction of the entrance. He was livid.

Jason stood there. He noticed that the distance between the two was very close as if something R18 + was about to

go down.

He also noticed a blush on Luca's face.

Jason's gaze shifted to Luke's face. He saw his livid expression and knew that he made a wrong move by opening

the door at that moment...

He glanced at the people behind him.

Jason did not go in, so they did not dare to take a step forward as well.

Luca saw them, and her hand that held the corner of her clothes was let go in a daze. She subconsciously took a

step back to create some distance.

The atmosphere was silent and odd.

Jason awkwardly broke the silence. "Boss, how about I take the makeup artists downstairs for a cup of coffee first?"

"No, wait at the door." Luke looked cross. He gave Jason the spare card to his room so that he could come in

without ringing the doorbell as it would disturb Luca.

Unexpectedly, the convenience he intended had put him and Luca in an awkward situation.

"Yes, Boss." When Jason was thinking about whether to close the door and wait outside, Luke grabbed Luca's hand,

walked into the room, and closed the door.

A makeup artist on the side asked in broken English, "Mr. Doyle, should we wait outside?"

"No." Jason did not close the door and just stood by the entrance.

He knew that his boss was not an immoral person. Although he walked into the room with Luca and closed the door,

he would not do something dodgy.

"Okay." Seeing him say that, the makeup artists stood there waiting.

After Luca was dragged into the room by Luke and before he could say a word, she saw Luke shut the door. He

turned on the lights.

"Let me see the wound." There was a seriousness in his tone that she could not refuse.

"But Mr. Doyle is still outside..." Luca hesitated. There was still a group of people outside, and it seemed strange

that he brought her into the room.

"If you keep wasting time, they'll have to keep standing outside." Luke gave her a choice.

It was either she let him take a quick look at the wound and they would go out pretending that everything was fine

or she could opt to waste time and let the others' imagination run wild.

Luca looked at his serious expression and knew that there would be no way to resolve this matter if she did not

show him her wounds.

She had no choice but to compromise. She slowly raised her clothes and turned to the side so that he could look at

her waist.

Luke looked at the two scars on her waist. It was pink in color and ugly.

It was as though a centipede was entrenched in her waist.

Before, he would never let Luca get hurt, not even a little...

This time, she suffered such a serious injury because of his negligence and her helplessness.

If she had not researched what she was infected with, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Does it hurt?" Luke asked.

Luca shook her head. She noticed the complicated emotions in his eyes and said softly, "It's fully healed. It doesn't

hurt anymore."

"It's ugly." Luke knew that even though Luca had changed a lot, no woman would want to have scars on her body.

"It'll fade," Luca said. She would not get scars because her body was affected by the drug. However, she was

wounded for a long time, so the scar may not completely fade, or it may need a longer time.

Luke did not make a sound. He just stared at the scars on her body.

It was completely healed, but it had left a mark. Whenever he saw it, the scar would remind him of how he had

caused Luca to suffer.

Luca's ears felt warm from being stared at by him. She put down her shirt and reminded, "Mr. Crawford, Mr. Doyle

and the others are still waiting outside..."

After Luke confirmed that her wound had indeed healed and the stitches were removed, there was no point in him

saying anything else.

He did not say anything and walked out of the room.

Jason was a little relieved to see him walk out of the room, but he still did not dare to go in for fear that one step

from him would tick Luke off.

"Come in." Luke did not look at those standing at the door but walked into the kitchen with the coffee cup he

casually placed on the coffee table.

Jason felt relieved. He was worried that Luke would kick them all out of the hotel because he was upset.

"Come in," he said to the makeup artists behind him.

A group of people followed Jason into the suite.

The suite was large. It would not be crowded even if the six or seven people came in together with the suitcases

and clothes in their hands.

Luca walked out of the room. She saw the makeup cases in the hands of the makeup artists and the row of dresses

behind her. She turned around to look at Luke blankly.

Jason said, "Dr. Craw, these are the makeup artists hired by the boss to create your look for the banquet tonight."

"Does it have to be so formal?" Luca felt that the whole setup was a bit exaggerated. It was just a celebration

banquet. Even if it was held in a manor, it was still a celebration banquet.

'Do we have to go so far for a dinner at Marcos' manor?'

Luke walked out of the kitchen. He had one hand in his pocket and the other hand holding a teacup. He explained,

"Marcos' family has a long history and great influence, so tonight's banquet must be taken seriously."

Luca nodded.

Since they had established a partnership, T Corporation would have more interactions with M Group in the future. If

there were no accidents, they would work on more projects moving forward.

The dinner must be taken seriously...

"You probably didn't bring an evening gown, so I asked Mr. Doyle to make the necessary arrangements," Luke

explained.

Jason chimed in, "Dr. Craw, do you want to get ready in the living room or the room inside?"

Luca looked at the two of them and knew that she could not turn them down. She glanced at the makeup artists

and said, "Let's do it in the room."

Jason nodded with a smile, turned around, and communicated with the makeup artists.

Luca walked into the room, and the makeup artists followed behind her.

She was pushed to sit on a chair. After a while, a light-transmitting mirror was installed on the table in front of her.

The light was turned on. A makeup artist laid out the makeup products on the table in an orderly manner.

Luca was a little stunned looking at these cosmetics. Since she became involved with the Island of Despair, she had

never used such complicated cosmetics.

In the past, her makeup was very delicate. Her image was linked to Luke's, so she could not bear to lose the face of

her man.

Eventually, she used makeup only to cover up the bad complexion from not resting well. There was no need for so

many cosmetics, and there was no need for her to put on delicate makeup.

"Ma'am, what kind of colors and makeup style do you like?" A makeup artist asked in broken English.