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

Chapter 287 Let Me Out, Luke

Luke's arm muscles tensed. He confirmed that the house was indeed Bianca's, then knocked on the window and said softly. "It's me, Bianca. Can you open the door? Or the window?"

Luke called out several times, but there was no response. He wondered if Bianca could hear him.

That made Luke nervous. Did something happen to Bianca?

He instantly lost his composure when he thought of that. Moving along the balcony, he arrived at the window of her bedroom. Fortunately, the window was not locked, and he quickly climbed into the room.

Instead of feeling the warm air from the heater, the temperature in the room was the same as outside. He shivered uncontrollably.

The room was dark and quiet, as though no one lived in the house. That made him feel more uneasy than ever. He quickly opened the bedroom door and went out to the living room!

Instantly, he saw Bianca curled up on the couch, only dressed in thin pajamas.

She seemed to be lost in her own world, not realizing Luke's intrusion.

Looking at how lonely she was, Luke was astonished.

He could not help but to walk toward her, crouch down, and hug her close in his arms. His hand touched his abnormally hot forehead, and all those harsh words he planned to say instantly turned into a gentle, helpless call." Bianca..."

Bianca's hollow gaze turned around. She was shocked when she saw that Luke was in her house, but her gaze turned cold and indifferent right after that.

at him with unfocused eyes.

felt helpless when he saw Bianca behaving that way. "Why didn't you turn on the heater when it's so cold? Don't you know that

you so childish?" "Go away. I don't need your care..." Bianca tried to struggle out of his arms. Not

his palm on her red-hot forehead

to the bedroom and took out a down jacket, grabbed her struggling hands, and draped the jacket over her body. "Stop fooling around. You're sick. I'll take you to the hospital." "You don't have to care about me... who am I to you?

the stairs, they bumped into Daisy, who had just gotten back from playing bridge with

and handsome man carry Bianca

her, Daisy's expression scrunched up into a disdainful sneer. She wondered

disdainful toward Bianca. Her daughter was about the same age as Bianca and was working in a major newspaper as a junior reporter. She might be a new worker, but Daisy felt that her daughter had a lot of

her friends. However, Daisy was worried about the fact that her daughter

that her daughter would eventually find a rich boyfriend, and she did

car parked there. The street lights might be dim, but she was materialistic enough to know what

could find herself that rich boyfriend. 1 'This man

her daughter would be able to

in her fantasies, much less realized that he

car that was parked outside the neighborhood

seat without saying a word. Her gaze was hollow and

that he was about to start the engine and suddenly opened the car door. She

and locked the door. He wrenched her head around so that she faced him. "What

don't want to be