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

She was wounded, yet she was still preparing breakfast in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
It was no wonder no one noticed her injuries prior. He wondered what she had gone through in the past three years to become
the tough woman that she was now.
Her wound was inflamed, but she was able to get out of bed and make breakfast after only one day of treatment. It was normal
to assume that her wound was not a serious one based on how she acted.
However, he had seen her wound the day prior. Although there were sutures, the doctor said that her wound ran deep and bone
was exposed.
"It's just a minor injury. I feel better after a night's rest," Luca turned around and said. That was the only way she could face his
concerned tone.
Luke noted her calmness. He could not do anything. The height of the table was beyond his reach.
"Mr. Doyle will bring you breakfast later." He looked at her running around and felt helpless when he noticed that it did not seem
like she intended to stop.
He could not do anything to her anyway.
"I'll fry the eggs." Luca finished speaking and put the fried eggs on the plate. She then poured more eggs into the pan.
Seeing that she would not stop, Luke just sat in the wheelchair and watched her work.
Luca felt a pair of eyes watching, so after she fried the eggs, she did not continue to prepare other dishes.
After she put the eggs on the table, Luca remembered that there was milk in the refrigerator. She thought of getting some milk
out to warm it up. Right as she stood up, Luke asked, "What are you doing?"
It was clear from his tone that he was dissatisfied. She could only satisfy him by staying put.
"I'm thinking of warming up some milk," Luca explained.
"Where's the milk?" Luke asked.
"In the fridge."

"I'll go, you sit." Luke steered his wheelchair to the kitchen.
Luca hurriedly followed behind him. "Mr. Crawford, the microwave is high up..."
Luke could not reach it in his wheelchair.
Luke's expression was stern as he understood what she meant. He could still stand up. It would just take some tries.
His injury came at the right time, and at the same time, it was not the right time.
Luca was still faster than he was. She took the milk out of the refrigerator, poured it into a reheatable bowl, put it in the
microwave, and set the time.
Luke saw how she was moving and frowned. ‘This woman doesn't know how to cherish her body at all!'
The microwave made a ding, and Luca took out the warm milk.
"Isn't it hot?" Luke wanted to push her onto the bed just to keep her from moving around.
"It's not hot, it's just warm." Luca walked out of the kitchen with the warm milk and put it on the dining table.
Just as she put it down, the doorbell of the suite rang.
"It should be Mr. Doyle." Luca was about to open the door when she heard Luke say, "Sit down. I'll open the door."
Luca had to stay in the chair.
Luke controlled his wheelchair and went to open the door for Jason.
"Boss, I bought breakfast," Jason said while carrying several bags with both hands.
"Come in," Luke said. He seemed unhappy.
Jason wondered what he did wrong and why Luke looked so grumpy.
He walked in with the bags, freed his hand, closed the door, and followed behind the wheelchair. When he saw Luca, she was
sitting on the chair beside the dining table. He greeted her with a wide smile, "Dr. Craw, good morning. Why didn't you sleep for a
little more?"

"Jet lag." Luca saw the bags in his hands, stood up, and wanted to take the bags in his hand when she heard Luke say, "You're
injured. Can't you be more self-conscious?"
The atmosphere was awkward.
Luca glanced at Jason, then at Luke. She took a deep breath and sat down.
Luke kept looking at her. It seemed like he was reminding her that she had to be obedient and stay put. Jason looked at the milk
and fried eggs on the table. He immediately understood that the gloomy expression on his boss' face was because of Luca.
He was injured and did not usually cook. He definitely was not the one who fried up these beautiful eggs. It was Luca.
Luca was injured but was still cooking. Luke must be upset because of how much he adored her.
After she returned, she was not as obedient and weak as before. Luke was in a bad mood but did not throw his temper.
After all, she was his beloved woman. He was unwilling to lose his temper and scare her off.
"What are you doing standing there?" Luke was even more upset when he noticed that Jason was standing there motionlessly
and staring at them.
‘How dare he stand there and stare at us like we're a joke?'
Jason immediately stepped forward and put all the bags on the table. "These were bought from a nearby restaurant. There are
some croissants, as well as some other pastries and juices. The taste might not be particularly good, but these are our only
options. "
Luca watched him open the bags one by one and said, "Looks good."
The three of them ate breakfast quietly. Luca's appetite was much better than yesterday.
Luke's expression softened a little when he saw that she was eating the same as usual.
They still had time after breakfast. Luke looked at Jason and asked, "Have you prepared the translation software that I asked you
to last night?"

"Boss, I've already found the best translation software and signed up to be a member. There should be no problem," Jason said.
He had even turned on a Russian drama and used the translation software to cross-check with the subtitles.
"This meeting can't go wrong," Luke said. He and Jason both represented the company. They had to maintain the good image of
T Corporation whether the bid was successful or not.
"Understood. I won't bring shame to the company!" Jason said.
Luca looked at them, confused. "Why do you need translation software?"
She was Luke's assistant for this meeting, and Jason was the deputy. It did not matter if he did not know Russian. After all, Luke
was fluent, so there was no need for any translation software.
Jason looked at Luke. ‘Didn't he tell her anything?'
Luke's tone was indifferent. He picked up the juice and paused. He then picked up Luca's warm milk. "Today, you'll be staying in
the hotel to rest."
"Mr. Crawford!" Luca was a little anxious when she heard what he said. "Is it because of my wound? I can prepare breakfast and
walk around without any problem. It's just a meeting. I can handle it."
"Your injury is serious!" Luke reminded her. ‘You don't need to be strong in front of me. You just need to be protected.'
"I'm aware of my injury. I just forgot to bring the medicine that helps with inflammation." Luca believed that the injury would not
affect her. She just wanted to be by his side at his lowest moment.
"Based on what you said, your injury happened a while ago. Why hasn't it healed, then?" Luke took the opportunity to ask her.
Luca did not expect him to ask this. He seemed concerned about the condition of her wound, but in fact, he wanted to know how
she got injured.