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

Vivian came to the first floor. The maid stepped forward and asked her before Vivian left, “Ms. Vivian, we're preparing for dinner
now. Is there anything you'd like to have for dinner tonight?"
Vivian was startled for a moment. Yes, it was time for dinner.
She would usually ask the maid to ask her what to prepare for meals so that she could get them to make some of Gordan's
favorite dishes.
"I'm going out. Go upstairs and ask Mr. Norton about it. There's no need to prepare my portion." Vivian looked down so that the
maid would not notice her mood.
"Ah... Okay." The maid did not expect Vivian to say something like this. She would usually plan the dishes for each meal.
Vivian put on her coat, turned around, and left.
The maid watched Vivian leave. She had no choice but to turn around and head upstairs. Then, she knocked on Gordan's
bedroom door.
"I'm busy." Gordan thought Vivian was knocking on the door, so he yelled impatiently.
"Mr. Norton, I'm the maid. I'd like to ask what you'd like to have for dinner tonight," the maid asked timidly.
The maid? It was not Vivian?
Gordan's hands that were toying with the figurine paused. He stood up and went to open the door. It was indeed the maid, and
Vivian was not beside her.
"What?" Gordan sounded annoyed. Ray had arranged for the maids to serve them. Although they were just carrying out their
duties, he felt irritated with anyone or anything related to Vivian. He wanted nothing to do with them.
Moreover, the people Ray had sent over here were not only to serve Vivian. They came to keep an eye on him.
Ray was afraid that Gordan would do something to his beloved sister. That was why he had arranged for these people to come
here.
"The kitchen will be preparing dinner soon. I'd like to ask if there's anything you wish to have tonight," asked the maid. They
seldom talked to Gordan, and they knew how bad his temper was. That was why they never felt inclined to talk to him.

"Why are you asking me? Where's Vivian?" Gordan hated to make decisions on such petty things. Usually, they would not even
come to ask him. Vivian was self-centered enough to arrange and prepare what dishes they would be having for each meal
herself.
“Ms. Vivian went out. That's why we came to ask you.”
Gordan was unconcerned about what the maid told him. Vivian went out? That would be great. He did not have to face her.
"Anything will do."
The maid nodded. "Alright. I'm off to prepare dinner now."
Gordan closed the door and fell back into his chair to fiddle with his figurines. He was unconcerned about Vivian going out.
Vivian did not drive when she left the house. She hailed a ride instead.
The road was wet because of the snow. Besides, Vivian was staying in the silk-stocking district. There were barely any cabs
passing by here. Hence, she had to wait for half an hour beside the road until she managed to hail one.
It was freezing out here. She could hardly feel her legs when she climbed into the car.
"Miss, where would you like to go?" the driver asked.
"Please head to the Ostin Hotel," said Vivian. She decided not to head to Ray's place. Instead, she chose to stay in a hotel.
She needed some time for herself to take a break from her and Gordan's relationship.
Vivian would not be able to find peace if she headed to Ray's place.
Ray would never be able to understand why she wanted to divorce Gordan. After all, it took a lot of effort for Ray to make
Gordan stay. Vivian also used up all her strength to persevere in their relationship.
Ray would probably grab Vivian's hand and question her after learning that she had given up so easily. That was why staying in
a hotel would be the best.
Vivian wanted a quiet place instead of being faced with questions and sympathy.
Vivian was dropped off at the hotel entrance by the driver. She glanced at the ATMs nearby. Then, she headed to a machine and
withdrew a huge amount of money out of her bank account. Although she was unlike Ray, who was the leader and manager of a

company, she had a share of investment in Ray's career.
That was why money was not a problem for her.
Vivian walked into the hotel after she got the money. She booked a suite and paid half a month's rate at once. After she asked
the hotel to keep her identity confidential, she hid in the suite, turned off her phone, and never went out again.
Vivian only wanted peace of mind without anyone disturbing her.
At midnight, Vivian was still not back home yet.
Gordan showed no concern, but the maid in the villa noticed that something was wrong. She called Vivian, but her phone was
switched off.
The maid could not reach Vivian. It was getting late. Usually, Vivian would stay at home to ensure her safety and not cause any
trouble for Gordan.
Ray was a famous mafia in Russia, and he had many enemies. That was why Vivian was well aware of this.
The maid was afraid that something might have happened to Vivian seeing as she was not home at this hour. Thus, she hurried
to the second floor, planning to tell Gordan about it.
Someone was knocking on the door again. Gordan thought it was Vivian. He lay down on his bed with his eyes closed, ignoring
it.
She must be up to no good for knocking at his door at this hour.
The maid did not hear any noise in the room. She was sure that Gordan had not gone out after he ate his dinner. She bit her lip
and asked, “Mr. Norton, are you in there?"
Gordan spoke lazily when he heard the maid's voice, "I'm in bed. You can wait until tomorrow."
"Mr. Norton, Ms. Vivian isn't back yet. I can't reach her. Is there any way you can contact her?" the maid asked.
Gordan frowned. Vivian was not home yet?
She usually would not come home this late...

Gordan got up, but he did not open the door. Instead, he said, "How am I supposed to reach her when you can't? Just tell Ray."
There were no quiet nights in Russia. Even if the temperature was minus ten degrees out there and snowing heavily, the
competition beneath the surface would begin as soon as night fell.
The maid shook her head when she listened to his words. Gordan was not even bothered to show a little concern to Vivian after
so many years.
Gordan heard the maid leave, and he suddenly felt upset.
Gordan rose and left his bedroom. He headed to Vivian's bedroom. He stood outside her door, thinking of knocking on the door
to see if Vivian had deliberately teamed up with the maid to lie to him. He paused while he was lifting his hand.
What was he doing?
Was he worried about Vivian?
How could he possibly be worried about that ugly woman?!
Gordan withdrew his hand and returned to his bedroom moodily.
If it were not for Ray, others would not even spare a glance at Vivian, that ugly woman.
Besides, Vivian usually had bodyguards with her when she went out. Hence, there would not be a problem.
Gordan returned to his bedroom and lay down on his bed at the thought of this. He was not concerned about Vivian anymore.
In the hotel.
Luca finished showering herself. She removed the plastic wrap and the gauze, then she glanced at her wound. The wound did
not worsen.
However, she could not leave the medicated powder on her wound. The powder had no effects.
Luca let out a sigh. She threw the bandage into the trash bin and took a new roll of bandage out.
She could only apply the anti-inflammation medicine that she always used to her wound without the powder.

It was already 11 o'clock at night after she was done with everything. She did not walk out of her room as she was afraid that she
would run into Luke.