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

Luca looked down at the blood on the floor.
It was bright red and not yet solidified.
She was stabbed twice, and blood kept flowing out of her wound.
Luca felt the pain but she knew that she would not die.
Abel had picked the right spots to stab her. The pain was doubled, but as long as the wound was treated in time, there would be
no major problem.
Luca looked at the man in front of her indifferently. Her face and lips became very pale because she was bleeding. She looked
extremely weak.
"Anything else?" she asked.
Abel did not show admiration or sympathy for her calmness and weakness. He looked at her coldly and warned her for the last
time, "Focus on what you need to get done."
Luca did not say anything. She turned around to leave.
The blood on her body would flow to the floor with every step she took.
Bailey watched her leave with a frown and said, "Mr. Abel, the people you trained are good. She got stabbed twice but left as if
nothing happened."
"Everyone I trained can do this. Otherwise, how can they service big bosses such as yourself?" Abel said while he poured Bailey
and himself another glass of red wine.
A glimmer of pride flashed in his eyes when he saw the blood on the floor that had yet to solidify.
'Luca has been thinking of ways to help Luke, but can she? Under my control, she'll never succeed!'
Bailey was delighted by what he said. He felt okay even without Luca's company. After all, he was rich and could get another
woman easily.
"Mr. Abel, it was a pleasure to work with you." He raised his glass and said cheerfully.

"Our cooperation was a pleasant one." Abel was in a pleasant mood as the deal had gone well and he got to stab Luca.
'To stab Luca is to stab Luke's heart. If Luke knows that his beloved woman has suffered so much because of me, will he regret
everything he did?'
He would surely regret it.
Every night when he went to sleep, he dreamt of Kassy. Abel would regret not staying on the Island of Despair.
If he had been on the Island of Despair, Kassy would not have suffered and Luke's plans would not have worked out.
They clinked glasses again, and Abel finished his drink in one gulp with a smile.
Luca walked out of the living room and slowly covered the wound with her hands.
She knew she had to stop the bleeding and took off her scarf.
The reason why she was dressed like this was not that she was afraid of the cold but because she had thought that something
like this would happen. That was why she wore a scarf.
Times like this were when a scarf would be useful.
Luca bit her lip and picked up the scarf, intending to put pressure on the wound. She would deal with them when she arrived
home...
After she walked out of the house, she was about to wrap the scarf around her wound under the dim street light when the man
who opened the door for her suddenly stood behind her.
Even after she lost so much blood, Luca was still on high alert. She turned around immediately because it was very dangerous to
face an enemy with one's back.
"Don't worry, I didn't receive any order to mess with you," the man said in Russian.
Luca blinked.
The man took out two rolls of gauze from his pocket and handed them over.
Luca looked at him warily and did not take them. "Why are you giving this to me? Did Abel ask you to do it?"

"No." The man shook his head. "He didn't give me any orders. I just want to give them to you. Take them. It's better to use these
to press on the wound than your scarf."
Luca still did not take them. Too many things had happened that did not allow her to trust anyone easily.
Seeing that she refused to take them, the man sighed and explained, "You once helped me on the island. This is my repayment
for your kindness."
Luca looked at the two unopened rolls of gauze, which she really needed at that moment.
"Aren't you afraid that Abel will punish you?"
"I am, so please quickly take them off my hands." The man said, "Don't worry, they've not been laced with poison."
Luca hesitated for a few seconds before she took the gauze and left.
When the man saw her leaving, he reminded her. "There's a public toilet a hundred meters in that direction. You can go there
and wrap your wound."
Luca did not speak but she had heard what he said.
She walked forward about a hundred meters, saw a public toilet, and walked in without any hesitation.
There was no one in the public toilet. Luca endured the pain, took off her blood-soaked clothes, and then bit the gauze's
packaging with her teeth. She wrapped the gauze tightly around her wound.
It hurt like hell, especially when she put pressure on them.
She had no choice but to endure it. If she could not bear the pain, she might fall to the ground at any time due to excessive blood
loss.
If that happened, it would be unfortunate if no one came in or no one was on the street. She would be dead if they found her
tomorrow.
It was not time for her to die...
Luca tightened the gauze and watched the blood seep out of the gauze. She felt a little helpless.

She had prepared everything except for medicine. She never thought that Abel would be so cruel to her.
He did it not because of Bailey. He had wanted to teach Luca a lesson for a while now but he never found a reason. Luca gave
him a reason when she disobeyed his order to drink with Bailey.
He taught her a lesson in front of so many people...
Luca turned pale and put down her clothes. She was worried that the bleeding would scare the driver. Hence, she unfolded her
scarf and wrapped it around her waist.
Her scarf was also black, so even if blood seeped out, no one could see it.
After she was done, Luca washed away the blood on her hands, stopped a cab, and returned to the apartment. After she got
down, she endured the pain and took a few steps forward. She stopped another cab and told him the address of the villa.
The driver drove the car and noticed that she seemed off. He checked in on her, asking, "Ma'am, you don't look too well. Are you
okay?"
"I'm fine." Luca took a deep breath and said.
The driver said, "Should I take you to the hospital?"
"I'm fine, just a little motion sickness. Please get me home as soon as possible." Luca rejected the driver's kind gesture.
When the driver saw that, he knew it was not his place to say anything. Hence, he just focused on driving to the villa.
Luca closed her eyes, silently enduring the pain from her wounds. She was feeling weak because of the blood loss.
She estimated that when she was about to arrive at the villa, she would not have the strength to walk. Hence, she took her
phone and called Nina.
Nina had put the children to sleep. Her phone rang, and she immediately answered. "Luca, what's the matter?"