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

Chapter 707 A Happy Reunion

Luke let his guard down a little when he saw that it was Percy. "Why are you here?" "I happened to be passing

through and saw a woman in need," Percy said jokingly. When he noticed the wound on Luke's arm, he sounded

concerned. "Are you alright? Is it serious?"

Luke chuckled coldly. "I won't die. Yet."

He knew that Percy was concerned about him even though he was joking. That was the way Luke's good friends

cared for him.

Perhaps friendship among men was like that.

"Tsk tsk, I should've known that you're born lucky. That huge explosion didn't even kill you, so what could a few

underlings do to you? How did you become so fair though? Did you undergo plastic surgery? I'd like to know your

secret..." Percy spoke animatedly as he reached out to touch Luke's chin.

Luke narrowly dodged Percy’s hand and shot a piercing glare at him. "Do you want to know my secret to fair skin?"

Percy nodded in puzzlement.

It was not surprising that he was curious. Luke's female disguise was breathtakingly beautiful.

He could not figure out how someone masculine like Luke could transform into a delicate woman.

Luke's finger pointed somewhere in the distance. Then, he tended to his wounds.

"What the hell? Where should I look? Don't tell me that there's a plastic surgeon over there?" Percy followed the

direction of Luke’s finger but saw nothing special other than several grocery stores.

Luke ignored him. He deftly bandaged his wound and said, "Let's go!"

The man continued to walk toward the parking lot while Percy's gaze wandered from one signboard to the next.

His eyes narrowed slightly when they fell on a signboard that said "MYKA". Luke seemed to be pointing at that

signboard earlier.

Percy's mouth opened wide in disbelief.

'Wait, don't tell me that Luke used flour to whiten himself?

'If that's the case, then he's a master of disguise!'

The opulent room with a dome ceiling and golden wallpaper was basked in the warm glow of a lotus-shaped wall

lamp.

A beautiful woman slept on the white four-post bed. She was hugging a cute little toddler.

When Luke entered the room, that was the heartwarming scene he saw.

The dim yellow light illuminated the faces of the mother and the son.

His eyes greedily took in the sight of Bianca while his hand gently caressed her tender skin.

It had been two years. She was as beautiful as ever, but she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

The little boy next to her who looked like a miniature version of Luke was Tommy without a doubt. He was sleeping

soundly in Bianca's embrace.

That was the first time Luke had seen their third child. He was excited, but his attention was focused on Bianca.

He carefully moved Tommy away, then he went close and stared obsessively at Bianca’s face.

Bianca's sleeping face was peaceful. Her long eyelashes trembled occasionally like fluttering butterflies.

"Mmm... Luke..."

Bianca suddenly called out in her dreams, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

That call was like a catalyst that evoked all of Luke's repressed feelings for her.

He took off his jacket and got onto the bed.

Bianca dreamed of Luke again. While she was fully immersed in the dream, she suddenly felt something heavy and

cold press on her body and woke her up abruptly.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp sensation on her lip, as though it was bitten.

Bianca wanted to open her mouth, but she felt a warm and moist tongue enter her mouth and wriggle around in

her oral cavity.

She was shocked and confused.

She immediately opened her eyes and saw a pair of gentle and indulgent eyes looking at her.

"... Luke?"

Bianca opened her eyes wide in disbelief. She wanted to shriek as tears filled her eyes. "Is it you? Is it really you?

Am I still dreaming?"

Luke took her hand and placed it on his cheek. "It's me, silly girl. You're not dreaming. Aren't you touching my face

now?"

Bianca could feel the warmth of Luke's body. She stared at Luke's face in a daze and mumbled, "So I'm not

dreaming. You're really back... Where have you been? Don't you know that I've almost lost my mind thinking about

you?

His profound gaze was brimming with love for her, and his thin lips were soft and familiar.

His face glowed dazzlingly under the dim yellow light.

Luke brushed away Bianca's hair fringe and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry to have you wait for so long. I'm back

now, and I won't leave you alone ever again."

He hugged her tightly as though he wanted to fuse her body with his. "I miss you so much, Bea..."

The man's warm lips traveled down Bianca's face and onto her neck.

He had forced himself to be celibate for the past two years, and he could not hold himself back anymore in the

throes of passion.

Bianca's tear-filled eyes stared at him. Her heart was brimming with joy and excitement.

Soon, he stirred up her passions.

They eagerly stripped off their clothes, forgetting that their son was sleeping next to them.

Just when Luke was about to enter Bianca, he suddenly heard a fierce but childish voice. "Let go of Mommy, you

baddie!"

Luke felt something hard press against his waist.

He tried to hold back his urges and looked toward the source of the voice. A toy gun was pointed at his waist.

Instantly, his gaze turned cold as he glared at his son who had interrupted him!

The unbelievably handsome little boy was his son. He was angry that his mother was being pinned down by an

unfamiliar man. Her cheeks were burning red, and she seemed to be in pain.

Tommy pointed the toy gun at the "baddie." "Let go of Mommy! Otherwise, I'll shoot!" 1

Bianca covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

'Sigh! I let my son catch me in the act!'