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

Chapter 177 Listen to the Children and Woman...
Everyone was packing up to leave at five o'clock when someone delivered a massive bouquet of roses over. "Excuse me, who’s
Miss Yvonne Gideon?"
"It's me. What’s going on?" Yvonne grabbed her latest Chanel bag and walked over to the entrance of the office.
"Flowers for you. The guy who delivered this said that he doesn’t want you to be mad at him and that he'll marry you when you're
at the legal age of marriage." The delivery guy handed the bouquet to Yvonne.
Yvonne took the flowers and looked at the card inside the bouquet with a grim expression on her face. Then, her face lit up. She
threw the card into the bin shyly before leaving the office.
"Gosh, I can't believe the frigid boss would send flowers to a girl just to make her happy," a female colleague said and went to
pick up the card from the bin.
A few of the female colleagues also curiously approached her to take a look.
It was unknown what was written on the card, but in the end, the female colleagues exclaimed in surprise, "The boss was a guy
with so much selfrestraint! We can't believe all those motivational quotes online indeed.
Men would always prefer the young and sweet ones!"
A male colleague who was putting away his laptop laughed and said, "You people always stay up late to draw. Of course, your
skin isn't as good as before. How can you compare to a pampered and spoiled young missus like Yvonne? It's only normal for
Mr. Crawford to prefer a 19-year-old little chick. It'd be unusual for him to not like her!"
At this moment, Yvonne came back again.
Everyone shut their mouths.
"My card." Yvonne wanted to head to the bin the moment she came in. However, she saw the card in the hands of a female
colleague.
However, she had already expected this.
The person holding the card must have read the card out loud. This meant that Bianca had to have heard it as well, right?

Yvonne was pleased with herself. Her effort of putting on this show was not wasted at all.
"Here. I was worried that you'd come back for this, so I picked it up from the bin," the female colleague said guiltily.
Yvonne replied, "Thanks. I regretted throwing this card away. I’m worried that he'll punish me tonight..."
The 'he' she mentioned was their boss who towered over all of them.
Plus, the combination of 'punish' and 'tonight' was the sure-fire kill that made everyone think of something intimate and lustful.
Of course, they would think of something related to the bedroom...
When Yvonne wanted to leave while feeling all giddy and shy, Nina said naively, "Flowers from your darling? Why did he send it
to the office? Are you guys living separately because your relationship is in shambles?"
Everyone was watching this happening expectantly.
Yvonne frowned. When she was about to scold Nina, Sue said, "Nina, your listening skills are so bad. Didn't Von say that she'll
get punished by her darling if she threw the card away? They're not living separately. Sending the flowers to the office is another
kind of love, you know?"
"Punish? Why? Is it because Von's family is not as reputable as his, so she needs to kneel and kiss his feet like a slave? She
would even be punished if she makes him mad? Wow, I don't think a normal person would want this kind of love. It feels like the
relationship of a master who bought a slave back in the old times. The slave will need to wash the feet of the master and warm
his bed for him. At the end of the day, there will be no benefits for the slave. How cheap..." 1
Yvonne's bashful face had turned as red as a tomato.
"Nina, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" Yvonne shrieked without caring about her image. She threw the flowers at Nina
before anyone could stop her.
With the help of Sue, Nina was able to dodge it.
After turning around, Nina said like a little bunny rabbit, "I'm so worried now. Yvonne, you were so scared of your darling
punishing you because you threw away the card, but now, you've tossed your flowers. Would your darling hit you so hard that all
of your teeth will fall out?"

Everyone in the office was watching what was going on. They were stifling in waves of laughter, not even concerned about
leaving on time.
Sue figured that she would stop things when she felt that it was enough. She grabbed Bianca and Nina before leaving the design
department.
Yvonne stayed in the office. She released all of her anger for Nina on Bianca instead. "You shameless sl*t! You failed to seduce
my boyfriend and you asked your friends to humiliate me! Who do you think you are? I’m able to defeat you easily with my looks,
age, and family background!"
The people who were still in the office all felt that Yvonne lacked certain qualities and was uncultured, other than that, they were
guessing whether Yvonne was yelling at Sue or Bianca.
Who had seduced the boss?
If any of the female employees in the design department was able to meet the boss privately, then this woman was really
something else. She had to be a real-life succubus.
Bianca went to the hospital to visit her father, and finally, she went to see her grandpa.
However, she got a message on her phone while she was on the way.
Luke acted first before reporting to Bianca that he already sent her grandpa to a safe place. There were people taking care of
him, and the environment was nice. If she was willing, she could also move there.
After she read the message, Bianca did not have a strong feeling to take her grandpa back. It had already come to this, and she
did not dare to let her grandpa get into any danger with Xavier, the psychopath, around.
Her grandpa was an old man who was in his 70s. He could not go through any more torture. He should be living happily in
peace. 2
As for her debt to Luke, she would pay him back in the future.
Bianca typed the words 'thank you’. When she was about to hit send, she received another message.
Luke had sent her a voice message. His voice was deep and alluring, reverberating in the air around her.

"Send me your location. I'll go pick you up. Today is the kids' first day at school. They would want their parents picking them up
together."
After she heard this, Bianca did not have the heart to reject him.
She sent him her location and stood next to the road.
Today was her two precious babies' first day in school. Bianca wanted to go pick them up, but she did not dare to say it out loud.
She was worried that she would attract any unwanted attention if she appeared at the entrance of the school with Luke.
In the deepest part of her heart, she wanted to go so badly.
Thankfully, he was the one who proposed this idea.
At the entrance of the elementary school.
The children refused to eat at a restaurant after their first day. They insisted on eating Aunt Bea’s food.
"But Aunt Bea is tired after an entire day at work." Luke wanted to eat Bianca's food as well because it tasted like home. Yet,
Bianca was indeed exhausted after a whole day of work.
Bianca squatted on the ground and wiped the sugar away from Rainie’s lips. After she heard what Luke said, she replied, "It's
fine. I have nothing to do when I get back anyway. Plus... I want to cook for them." 1
No mother in this world would want their children to eat out every day. These two children were at the age where they would
need enough nutrients to grow.
Luke lifted his eyebrows and displayed a look that said he did not have any opinions. He would follow everything the children and
woman said.
On the way home, they went to get some groceries at the supermarket.
Bianca went on her own because she did not want someone who looked like he had just walked out of a financial newspaper
standing next to her and attracting all the attention of the middle-aged women there.
If she was not careful, she would be labeled as being his sugar baby.
Back at her rented apartment, Bianca took out the brand new slippers and handed them to the three of them.

Luke changed into their inside shoes and looked at Bianca who had carried all of the supplies into the kitchen. He admitted that
he was longing for the feeling of home.
If Bianca was not here, then this family would not be complete.