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

Chapter 878 This Man Is A Disaster!

The extraordinarily lavish wedding ceremony lasted until close to midnight.

The guests slowly dispersed, and the lively venue resumed its peace.

Luke and Bianca decided to have their honeymoon at the castle on the water.

In the dreamy night, a black Rolls Royce adorned with flowers drove silently along a path among the woods toward

the fairytale-like ancient castle.

Countless fireworks illuminated the night sky, opening and closing like gigantic umbrellas.

Bianca sat in Luke's embrace, looking at the beautiful scenery through the car window.

She was entirely mesmerized.

A firework's life was short, but it would give a lasting impression beyond its lifespan.

Life was like that too.

They might encounter multiple obstacles that stood in their way, but as long as they held each other tightly, they

would be able to shine like fireworks.

Their future would be as bright and blissful as they made it to be.

The Rolls Royce slowed to a halt in front of the entrance of the castle.

Luke opened the car door, then bent over and carried his wife out of the car. "You must be tired today."

Bianca's head leaned on his chest, and she sighed. "I'm not that delicate. I can walk by myself."

Luke smiled gently. "There's a superstition that a bride's feet should not touch the ground before she enters the

bridal chambers. The husband will have to carry her. Otherwise, their marriage will be filled with disasters."

Bianca blushed slightly. "That's nonsense. Why would you believe in such superstitions? No one talks like that

anymore."

She was slightly afraid of Luke's ravenous gaze.

The man had kissed her countless times in front of the guests earlier. If he had his way, he would strip her naked

right there and then.

She was afraid that he could not control his urges when they were in their room later.

"If I say so, it must be true," Luke said domineeringly.

He was worried that she might be tired. He wanted her to relax a little.

Luke carried Bianca out of the car.

In front of the castle was a vivid red carpet.

On both sides of the carpet were servants dressed in festive uniforms.

They were standing in attention.

When the couple stepped through the door, the servants bowed in unison." Congratulations on your wedding, Mr.

and Mrs. Crawford. May your marriage be forever blissful."

Bianca was surprised by the spectacle, though she was also quite moved.

She thanked those people in her heart. At the same time, she buried her face into his broad chest.

Her heart was thumping wildly.

Bianca had dreamed of such a wedding when she was younger, though she expected that her actual wedding

would be a simple one. She did not expect that her wishes would come true today.

She had never dreamed of falling in love with a man as outstanding as Luke Crawford and eventually becoming his

wife.

Scenes from the past appeared in Bianca's mind.

Those were memories of happiness, sorrow, melancholy...

Bianca's heart was filled with a mixture of emotions.

Luke carried Bianca to the master bedroom and gently placed her on the soft bed.

His coarse palm caressed her cheek. "Wait for a while. I'll get someone to fill up the bathtub, and we'll have a good

bath."

Bianca rubbed his palms coyly like a kitten. "Alright."

After Luke went out of the room, Bianca breathed a sigh of relief and looked around her.

The room was spacious and lavish. It was furnished like a palace.

The ceiling was high, from which hung an ornate chandelier. The furniture and fireplace were all antiques. For a

moment, Bianca felt that she had gone back in time to the 17th century, and she was a noble princess.

Bianca looked at her face reflected in the bas-relief vanity mirror that hung by the bedside.

It had been a long day, but her make-up remained impeccable. Her face was a deep red color, which was a stark

contrast to her wedding gown.

Tm really married,' Bianca thought as she touched her reflection in the mirror.

That was the second time she thought of that.

She had registered her marriage with Luke earlier, but they had not held their wedding ceremony.

That had always been Bianca’s regret.

Since ancient times, the wedding ceremony signified the completeness of a couple's union.

It had been a busy day.

Before dawn, she had to get up so that the stylists and makeup artists could prepare her for the day ahead.

After that were the formalities. During the banquet, they had to entertain the guests and accept their blessings.

Finally, it was time for them to be alone together.

That had been her wedding day.

Until now, Bianca still remained slightly disoriented.

Her breathing was irregular and rapid, and her breath had fogged up the vanity mirror in front of her, blurring her

beautiful face.

She was lost in thought as she stared into the mirror.

Bianca, oh Bianca, you've married the man you love the most.'

A silly grin appeared on her face.

When Luke returned to the room, he saw Bianca staring at the mirror and grinning.

At that moment, she seemed like a rabbit in a fairytale. He could not help but laugh when he saw that.

He stepped up next to her, rubbed her cheeks, and tousled her hair. "What are you thinking? It's our wedding day

today. Stop dreaming."

Bianca came to her senses. She noticed that he had taken off his clothes.

The man was topless, and his muscles were sculpted.

His bronze-colored skin was seductive under the light of the ornate crystal chandelier. Bianca could not help but

gulp when she saw that.

’Mmh, this man is a disaster!

'No wonder all the female guests were staring at him and drooling during the ceremony earlier...1