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

Before Allison could ask anything, the villa's door slowly opened.

She turned to look at the door.

After a while, she saw Mr. Griffin's figure appear behind the door. He was carrying a blanket in her hands.

Allison turned to look at Luke.

“Get out of the car." Luke's voice was cold. There was not even a trace of warmth or affection in his voice.

Allison probably did not notice that Luke had not addressed her as his mother since she got into the car at the

airport until now...

Mr. Griffin walked toward Allison. She smiled and opened the door for her. Then, she handed the blanket to Allison

and said, "Welcome back, Ms. Allison."

Allison pulled a sulky face, covered herself tightly with the blanket, and got out of the car.

When she noticed that Sophian was still sitting in the car, she snarled, "Get out of the car."

"Okay, Ms. Allison." Sophian was fascinated when she was looking at Luke from behind. After she was reminded by

Allison, she hurried out of the car with her face blushing red.

No blanket was prepared for her. When she got out of the car, the cold gust of wind took her by surprise. Sophian

hid her face under her scarf.

Allison said to Mr. Griffin, "My luggage is in the car trunk. Take it out."

"Okay, Ms. Allison." Mr. Griffin nodded and walked toward the car trunk.

Luke opened the car trunk.

Mr. Griffin lifted the luggage out of the car trunk. Sophian let out a sigh of relief when she saw him carrying the

luggage. Fortunately, she was not the one who had to carry it out. Otherwise, she would not be able to stand it.

Allison's luggage was so heavy as though a person who weighed 100 pounds was hiding in it. It was too heavy.

After Mr. Griffin took the two suitcases out of the car trunk, he said respectfully, "Ms. Allison, the villa has been

tidied up. Please go in." "Why are you calling me Ms. Allison? This is my villa. I'm the madam." Allison was

dissatisfied. It had been some time since she came back. These people did not even know how to address her now.

Mr. Griffin understood what she meant. He immediately corrected himself and said, “Madam, please go in."

Allison sneered at him, turned around, and said to Sophian, "Sophian, let's go in."

"Okay, Ms. Allison." Sophian shot a glance at the man in the driver's seat. He was cold, and he did not get out of the

car. It was as though Allison was not his mother.

Sophian pulled back her gaze reluctantly.

Allison noticed Sophian's small gestures and headed straight into the villa.

Sophian kept up with her.

Luke watched the two of them enter the villa, then he slowly rolled down the window and said to Mr. Griffin, "Tell me

if she makes any move."

"I got it, Young Master Luke." Mr. Griffin nodded and dragged one of the suitcases inside while the maid who stood

beside him dragged the other one.

Luke drove away and left.

Allison marched into the villa. It had been three years since she stepped into this place.

There were no changes to the interior after three years. Besides, the sofa and the furniture were the ones she had

used before.

Allison was unhappy with it. She pointed at the sofa and asked Mr. Griffin, "Didn't you say everything has been

cleaned? What's with this old furniture?"

"Madam, would you like to change them all to new ones?" Mr. Griffin asked.

"Of course. These are the designs from three years ago. They're outdated. Shouldn't you change them?" Allison

gave a disdainful look. She thought that the sofa set that cost her a huge amount of money was not worthy of her

status now.

"Indeed." Mr. Griffin knew Allison was a spendthrift and went along with her. "It's just that the furniture stores are

already closed for the new year. We can't find anyone to move the sofa away now. Madam, we'll have to wait until

it's after the new year to change the sofa."

"What? After the new year? I came back to celebrate the new year, but I'll have to until after the new year?" Allison

was upset and scolded Mr. Griffin in a sharp voice. "Don't you know how to carry out your duties? The Crawford

family is so wealthy. Would there be anyone who doesn't want to move the old furniture away?"

"Uh..." Mr. Griffin felt awkward. Although the Crawford family was wealthy, they could not stop people from having

their holidays.

If he pulled some strings to ask a furniture store to open their shop and send a new sofa here, it would involve

many people. They would have to make a big deal out of it. If Old Master Crawford found out about it, he would

surely complain.

Sophian thought the furniture was still new, and there was no need to change them. It was such a waste. Hence,

she said, "Ms. Allison, you'll be fine with this furniture. Although the sofa's design is outdated, it's still good for you."

Allison put on a gloomy expression. Although she was tired, she would rather stand there than sit on the sofa with

an outdated design. She asked, "What do you mean?"

"No matter how eco-friendly the materials of new furniture are, some formaldehyde can still be found in them. But

it's different with old furniture. They've been placed here for years. The formaldehyde would have gone away. Your

skin is still sensitive. If the formaldehyde content in the air is too high, even if there's only a little bit of it in the air,

it'll still affect your health and skin condition," explained Sophian. She glanced at Mr. Griffin at the same time.

Sophian was speaking up for Mr. Griffin, hoping that she could leave a good impression on him.

That way, he would put in a good word for her in front of Luke.

Allison nodded, thinking what Sophian said made sense. However, she changed her mind on second thought and

said, "All the furniture here has been here for so long and no one has cleaned them up. There must be bacteria on

them. Didn't you say my face can't get in contact with mites and bacteria now?"

“Yes, indeed. But didn't they clean the place up for you? If you're still worried about it, ask them to spray acaricide

on the furniture and clean it up again,” Sophian smiled and said. She rested her hands on Allison's shoulders and

gently massaged them.

"Ms. Allison, you must be tired after being on the plane for such a long time. Are you only going to rest after waiting

for your new furniture to arrive?”

“Fine. What you said makes sense too," Allison agreed with her. Then, she instructed Mr. Griffin, "Get someone to

bring over some acaricide and clean the furniture again."

"Madam, we've already sprayed acaricide on the furniture three times. We even dried them under a UV machine

for up to five hours. Don't worry. Please sit down and take a rest," replied Mr. Griffin.

Mr. Griffin was fully prepared for this as he knew that Allison was always nitpicking. He did not give her a chance to

return to Crawford Manor.

He had assigned three maids to come over here to clean up the place. Every step taken was based on his

instructions. He even had video recordings to prove it.

"Are you so detail-oriented?" Allison asked in confusion.

"You're very concerned about hygiene and cleanliness of the house. That's why the maids took their duties

seriously. We even recorded some videos as evidence if you'd like to check if what I said is true," answered Mr.

Griffin. The maid beside him took a memory card out of her pocket.

"It's alright. Fine, you're good at this." Allison had to admit that there was nothing she could nitpick on.

Mr. Griffin had everything done so perfectly. What else could she complain about?

"This is Ms. Thomas, a skincare expert I got to know when I was in Seoul. Arrange a guest room for her," added

Allison.

"Yes. We'll arrange it now," replied Mr. Griffin. Then, he turned around and headed upstairs.

Sophian, who was beside Allison, let go of her shoulders. She smiled and said, "Ms. Allison, take a seat first."

Allison glanced at Sophian and shook her head helplessly.

Sophian could not see Allison's expression. She unconsciously asked Allison when she noticed that she was shaking

her head, "Ms. Allison, what's the matter?"