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

Luca had drunk from the bottle earlier...
Luca saw that Luke had gulped down more than half of the water in his bottle. She could tell that he was thirsty and tired. She
thought for a while and said, “Mr. Crawford, I mixed some glucose in my bottle. Do you want to drink from this?”
Luke looked at her and said nothing.
“But I already drank from it. It’s okay if you mind it...” Luca thought he did not want to drink from the same bottle as her. When
she was about to keep it in her backpack, Luke opened his mouth.
“You should save it for yourself,” he said.
He thought that Luca needed more nourishment than him because she was hurt. They only had two bottles of drinkable water
between them, and looking at the heavy rain outside, they might have to spend the night there.
That was why Luke did not want to take the bottle from her.
“Alright then...” Luca thought that he was disgusted by the offer. She did not say anything and put the bottle back into her
backpack.
The strong wind continued to blow. Luca felt that her tracksuit was already dry, but the undershirt...
The undershirt was not going to dry. The contrast between dry and wet made it more uncomfortable than ever.
Luca had the urge to remove her undershirt, but they were outdoors, and Luke was watching...
She had to bear with it.
The sky continued to darken. The light in the gazebo and along the mountain path gradually lit up. Luca felt forlorn when she
looked at the lights.
Fog began to rise, and visibility was low. The lights in the distance were but a dim blur.
She could only hear the sounds of wind and rain.
Luke did not say anything. She did not say anything either.

Luca wondered how people in ancient times passed their time. The people who knew how to read could read some books, but
what about the common folk? Did they turn off the lights and go to bed once the sky grew dark?
She looked at Luke. There was nothing in the gazebo to entertain them, and she could not find any conversation topic. It was as
though they were in two different dimensions.
They were so close to each other, yet so far...
Luke could sense Luca looking at her. He turned his head to look at her.
Luca was surprised. She quickly turned away.
However, it was too late. Luke could tell that she had been looking at him. Earlier in the afternoon, they stopped talking to each
other after Luke refused Luca’s offer of a drink.
He wondered if she misunderstood her.
Suddenly, he remembered that he would not drink from a bottle that someone else had drunk from. Bianca was the only
exception.
When Luca offered him her drink, he refused the offer not because he was disgusted by her germs, but because he thought she
needed it more than he did.
Luke sensed that he did not really mind sharing the same bottle with Luca.
‘Why is it like this...’
He realized that, given another set of circumstances, he would take the bottle from Luca and drink from it without any
resistance...
Luke was quite surprised by that thought. It had only been a few months since he started interacting with Luca, but he had fully
accepted her presence in his life!
He could not believe it...
Luke gazed at Luca intently, thinking and pondering what she had done to make him accept her so readily.
Was it because her eyes were like Bianca’s, or was it her voice?

He immediately rejected that thought. If that were the case, the impostor Bianca looked exactly alike. However, he had never
once cared for the impostor in three years.
Was it because her cooking tasted like Bianca’s, and that had made him accept her?
Luke could not find the answer. Suddenly, he asked, “Can you sing?”
Luca was taken aback. ‘Wait, is he talking to me? Did he just ask me if I can sing?’
She turned around to look at the man. From the dim light cast on Luke’s face, she could see that he was focusing on something.
Had he been looking at her with that gaze?
What could he be thinking when he gazed at her?
“Can you sing?” Luke asked again. He remembered that Bianca had a gentle and clear voice, and he loved her singing.
“I can’t.” This time, Luca heard the question clearly. She did not hallucinate.
“Sing something for me,” Luke said, as though he did not hear her reply.
“...” Luca was speechless.
Luke continued to stare at her. “You grew up in Russia. You should know some Russian folk songs, right?”
Luca nodded. Eler had sung songs often while they were in captivity. Other than training, eating, and sleeping, there was nothing
else to do on the Island of Despair.
Eler loved to sing songs from her hometown. After listening to them a few times, Luca could pick up the melody. Eler praised her
voice and taught her all the folk songs she knew.
That was why Luca knew.
She looked at Luke. He seemed determined to get a song out of her tonight. With no other choice, she began singing one of the
songs that Eler taught her. She even made sure that she pronounced the words correctly.
The song lasted for about three minutes. As Luke listened to her sing, he felt like a child being coaxed to sleep by his mother’s
lullaby...

Luca’s voice was gentle, like Bianca’s. The way she carried the tune was also very reminiscent of Bianca...
Was she deliberately copying Bianca? Bianca rarely sang in front of other people. If Luca were from the Island of Despair, it must
mean that she interacted with Bianca often.
There was no other explanation...
Soon, there was only Luca’s voice ringing in his ears. He could not hear the violent wind and rain outside.
After she finished the song, she looked at Luke, who had not said a word.
That made her feel uneasy. “Mr. Crawford?”
Luke came to his senses. He cleared his throat and said, “You don’t sound like you can’t sing.”
“I was only using my usual voice,” Luca said as she looked at the lights in the distance. It was a dreamy scene.
“That folk song was beautiful,” Luke said. He sounded as though he was praising the song, but he was actually praising Luca’s
singing.
“I like that song too,” Luca said. Whenever Nyla threw a tantrum, she and Eler would sing songs for her to calm her down.
“Did you learn it from someone?” Luke asked.
Luca did not expect that he would strike up a conversation, though she answered, “There used to be a girl next door who would
sing every day. I tried to emulate her. When she heard me singing, she offered to teach me.”