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

Chapter 768 Try To Fail Her!

Seeing that Bianca was about to cry, Luke reached behind her and gently massaged her back. "It's already in the

past. I didn't want you to see my scars because I don't want you to worry. It's fine, the scars don't hurt anymore... I

would give up everything just to see you again."

Hearing those words, Bianca suddenly hugged his neck tightly, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I

shouldn't have given you the silent treatment, and I shouldn't have suspected you. You've treated me so well, and

maybe it's because of that that I can't bear any imperfections in our relationship. I'm at fault too. Sorry.”

Luke smiled gently and tousled her hair. "You don't have to apologize to me, silly girl. I..."

He did not finish his sentence because he felt a pair of soft and supple lips on his bare back.

"Bea..." 'Does she know what she's doing?' "What are you doing?" Luke growled softly, "You're playing with fire."

Bianca gently held his shoulders and kissed every hideous scar on his back with the utmost devotion.

The kisses were itchy. Luke could feel the fires of passion heating up in his body.

If not that Bianca was feeling unwell, he would have turned around and pinned her under his body.

Bianca's lips touched Luke's skin repeatedly, and her slender fingers massaged his scars. Luke could smell her

feminine scent emanating from behind him. It was like a cat's paw tickling every corner of his heart.

Bianca bit her lip as she got off his back and fell into his lap. "I won't give you the silent treatment from now on. If

we have any disagreements, I'd rather argue and fight over them. It won't be as torturous as not speaking to each

other..."

Luke nodded. "Alright, whatever you say. Let's not give each other the silent treatment. Even if we argue, I'll be the

first to admit fault."

When they were about to get intimate, Luke's phone started to ring.

He got off the bed and answered the call.

The man was only dressed in a pair of black briefs. Those naked muscle lines were very tantalizing.

Bianca blushed. She turned her head away, grabbed a pillow, and peeked at her husband talking on the phone.

He had an ambiguous smile on his face that exuded confidence. ' What do you propose, Mr. Francois?"

Bianca could not hear what the other end of the phone was saying, but Luke was not paying his full attention to the

call.

There was a hint of brazen viciousness in his expression. "It's true that you signed the contract with Bianca Rayne,

my wife, but the two-year time limit is up, and you've only completed sixty percent of the project. I've given you a

six-month extension, but the project hasn't wrapped up yet. It's taking too long..."

Bianca became alert when she heard her name being mentioned. She paid closer attention to their conversation.

At the same time, she tried to recall who that "Mr. Francois" who had signed a contract with her was.

After all, she had signed countless contracts in the two years she was CEO of T Corporation. Other than the major

ones involving huge amounts of money, she could not remember most of them.

While she was deep in thought, Luke chuckled coldly and said, "That's how I operate. I tend to stick to the promises

I made. There's only so much more time that I can give you... If it doesn't work, then it looks like we'll have to go

the legal route."

He noticed that Bianca was staring at him, as though she wanted to know the contents of the conversation. He

beckoned at her with a finger.

Bianca sat on his lap while wrapped up in the blanket.

Luke switched to the phone speakers, and Bianca could instantly hear the man on the other end of the call pleading

nervously. "It's not that I don't want to keep to my word, Mr. Crawford, but my site has suffered two major accidents

in a year. The Environmental Protection Agency and the building inspectors have been very strict over the last two

years, and we were issued the stop-work order for half a year for no reason... Our company has been facing

financial difficulties, and I can't even pay my workers. A lot of them have quit, and there's nothing I can do about

it... I hope that you can empathize with my situation..."

The other end paused for a while before he continued, "How about this, Mr. Crawford, if you can let this slide, I'll

transfer one-third of the ownership of my company to you once the project is complete. What do you think? My

wife is already nine months pregnant, and she'll be delivering anytime soon. I also have to spend a lot of money

every month on my father-in- law's cancer treatment. Can you make an exception, please?" "Huh," Luke replied

nonchalantly. He hugged Bianca tightly and started to pinch her while he spoke coldly, "Mr. Francois, I'm a

businessman and not a philanthropist. If everyone is as untrustworthy as you, I'd be operating at a loss. There's no

negotiation. My lawyer will pay you a visit at your office tomorrow..."

The man on the other side sounded like he was about to cry. "Mr.

Crawford, I can guarantee that this'll be the last extension I need. If I go back on my word again, it's not too late to

pursue legal action. My wife is about to give birth soon, and I don't want to cause her to overthink. Half. I'll give you

half of my company. Please give me another chance!"

Luke smiled slyly like a fox. He pecked Bianca's tender lips and pretended to sigh. "If that's how it is, then I guess I

can make an exception for you this time. There's no next time. Since your wife is about to give birth, I'll give you an

extra extension of two months. Finish the project in eight months, or else!" "Thank you, Mr. Crawford. I'll be off to

work now. Let's meet up fora drink another day..." The man sounded sheepish.

After the call ended, Bianca looked at Luke in confusion. "What's going on?"

Luke hugged her, and they lied down on the bed. "It's nothing that you have to worry about. I'll tell you after your

period ends. Rest well now, alright?"

Bianca did not ask any further questions. She felt relieved as she lay in his embrace.

Mr. Crawford sat on his chair in the CEO's office of T Corporation. A cigarette was quietly burning between his

fingers.

His gaze was slightly gloomy as he looked at the stack of interviewee profiles in front of him.

Jason refilled Luke's teacup. "Is there a problem with these interviewees, Boss?"

As far as he knew, the boss never concerned himself about minor matters like those.

Why did Luke ask Jason to bring him the interviewees' profiles so early in the morning?

Luke took a sheet of paper from the stack. He looked at the photo of the beautiful young woman attached to it. He

stubbed out his cigarette and said coldly, "Try to fail this girl in the second round. I don't want to see her in T

Corporation."