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

Chapter 880 A Familiar Face from the Past

Luke knew that Bianca loved to look at the architecture of foreign countries, especially European architecture. That

was why Luke decided to bring her there for the honeymoon.

Three days later, a gigantic cruise ship docked at the port of Venice, Italy's famous "Floating City."

Venice was full of history. Piazza San Marco, Palazzo Ducale, the opera house, and the basilica were the famous

attractions that oozed culture and beauty.

Tourists of many different countries were wandering the city.

Piazza San Marco was the liveliest spot in Venice. It had been the social, religious, and political center of the city,

and it was a must-visit landmark of the city.

Surrounding the public square were many cafes, boutiques, and specialty stores that attracted visitors from

different countries.

Near the square was an open field with neatly trimmed grass, exquisite corridors, a beautiful musical fountain, and

flocks of pure white pigeons.

The musical fountain was surrounded by various sculptures, forming a harmonious scene with the buildings that

surrounded it.

There were many street performers. Some were playing the violin, while some were selling paintings.

The entire square was brimming with an artistic atmosphere.

Luke and Bianca wandered around the plaza for a while. Then, she pulled him to the side and watched someone

paint.

Someone played a cheery tune, and the flock of pigeons took flight. The birds flew merrily in the air, their snow-

white wings creating a blizzard.

Bianca cried out in surprise. She let go of Luke's hand and danced among the birds.

The sky was clear without a cloud, and the sunlight was a pure golden yellow.

Bianca was dressed in a pale blue dress. The golden sun rays enveloped her among the flock of pigeons, which

brought out her beauty.

A small pigeon rested on Bianca's hand.

The pigeon's colors were quite vivid. Its head had black feathers like a scarf, but the feathers at its stomach were

yellow-brown. Its gaze was penetrating and arrogant, and it was not afraid of Bianca at all. It walked along Bianca's

arm like a tiny fan.

Bianca's laughter resounded in the square.

The delicate woman's long hair was as black as ink, contrasting her skin which was fairer than the pigeon's wings.

She seemed to be glowing under the sunlight, as though she had walked out of a classical painting.

Many tourists were dumbfounded by her beauty, and they turned their cameras toward her...

Several handsome young men could not resist but to walk up to her and ask, "Signorina, Lei e davvero bella, pud

farsi un arnica con mi? (You're very beautiful, Miss. May we be friends?)”

Bianca could not understand the Italian they were saying. She stared blankly at the few Italian young men who

were grinning brightly.

"Sorry, I don't understand..." She blinked and replied.

The young men looked at each other, but they did not give up. Just when they were about to try another pick-up

line, Bianca felt a pair of arms envelop her.

Luke was hugging Bianca possessively.

The man's harsh gaze looked at those Italian young men with hostility. "Mi displace, e la mia amata moglie. (I'm

sorry, she is my beloved wife.)"

The young men were speechless.

The man that had suddenly appeared before them had a handsome face with sculpted features and dark irises

seemingly speckled with stars. He had a noble demeanor that the best artist would not be able to fully express with

their brush.

When he stood together with the beautiful woman, it was an extremely pleasing scene.

Too bad. That seemingly young woman was already someone else's wife!

The Italian young men shrugged and smiled sheepishly before going away.

After they left, Bianca tugged Luke's arm curiously and asked, "What did you tell those Italian young men, Luke?"

"It's nothing. They said that you're pretty, and they wanted your number. I told them that you're already my wife."

Luke gently pinched her cheek and sighed. Having a beautiful wife could be worrying sometimes.

"Oh, is that so? I don't think that I look that remarkable. They shouldn't trust their aesthetic sense, heheh..."

Bianca opened her mouth slightly and pinched her cheek. She could not really believe it.

To be frank, she had never prided in her looks.

Many people have said that she was beautiful, but she did not think that she was very remarkable.

Moreover, she was in a city where beautiful women were everywhere. She thought that she was as plain as she

could be, but she did not expect someone to strike up a conversation with her.

Luke wished that he could keep her at home so that other men would not attempt to court her.

However, he knew that Bianca did not like to be restrained. All he could do was to protect her from all harm.

In the next few days, Luke brought Bianca around Europe and toured the famous tourist spots.

He might be a workaholic, but he knew how to enjoy himself too.

Bianca had forged many good memories in those days. Thanks to Luke, the honeymoon was a trip that she would

never forget.

When Luke and Bianca were in Greece, he picked up an emergency call while they were on their way back from a

tourist attraction.

He told Bianca to go back to the hotel herself while he answered the call.

Bianca nodded and did what she was told.

When Bianca arrived at the hotel lobby, she saw a familiar face that she had not seen for a long time...