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

After the car was parked, Luke opened his eyes slightly and muttered, "Are we there yet?"
"We're here, Mr. Crawford. Can you get out of the car by yourself?" Luca asked. He had been drinking, so she was not sure if he
would be able to walk on his own.
"If I can't, will you let me sleep in the car for the night?" Luke sat there and did not move. He was halfsquinting looking at Luca's
side profile.
"No." Luca unbuckled his seat belt. "I'll help you get in."
"No need." Luke sat up straight, unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, and got out of the car.
Luca frowned slightly. She was worried that he would fall, so she followed closely behind him as he walked into the living room.
Aunt Neile was off work, so the villa did not have a single light on.
When Luke was about to walk forward, Luca stepped over the threshold and whispered, "Mr. Crawford, I'll turn on the lights first."
Luke stopped and propped himself against the wall.
Luca stood at the entrance and found the switch. After she turned on the switch, the room lit up.
"Mr. Crawford, come in." She looked at the man leaning against the wall.
The alcohol he and Jack drank had a high alcohol content. It was normal that he felt uncomfortable after drinking.
Luke squinted slightly and stepped over the entrance. His body swayed uncontrollably as if he would fall at any point.
Luca immediately stepped forward to help him. "Mr. Crawford, be careful."
"I'm a little dizzy..." Luke closed his eyes. The alcohol hit him hard, and he did not feel well.
Luca gritted his teeth, put her hand around his waist, and said, "I'll help you get in."
Luke lowered his eyes and walked forward with her.
"Mr. Crawford, would you like to sleep on the sofa tonight?" Luca said. He leaned on her with most of his body. Although she was
strong enough to support her, it was too dangerous for him to go up the stairs like that.

"It's hard to fall asleep on the sofa." A look of shrewdness flashed in Luke's eyes. He could not agree to stay on the sofa with
such a good opportunity.
He did not intend to miss any chance for him to get him close to Luca, even for a while.
Luca thought that he was tall, and it was indeed not suitable for him to sleep on the sofa.
The maid's room, which was temporarily used as Luke's bedroom, has been tidied up by Aunt Neile. It had become her
temporary bedroom.
As such, if he did not want to sleep on the sofa, he could only go upstairs.
Luca looked at the long stairs and gritted her teeth. "Mr. Crawford, I'll help you back to your bedroom."
"I can walk by myself." Luke half-squinted and said, "I'm just a little dizzy. I'm not drunk yet."
"I'll help you." Luca insisted and stepped up the stairs.
Luke put one hand on Luca's shoulder and the other on the armrest. He lowered his gaze and saw Luca's face.
Her face was flushed like she was the one who had been drinking.
Luke felt a little guilty. Maybe he should not be teasing her like this.
He let go and planned to go upstairs by himself. After all, a person weighing more than 100 pounds was indeed too heavy for the
petite Luca to carry up the stairs.
She could feel that he had let go, so she immediately said, "Mr. Crawford, don't let go."
Luke had to put his hand on her shoulder again.
Luca felt the weight on her body lighten. She did not make a sound and carefully supported Luke's waist. They walked up to the
second floor slowly.
As soon as the bedroom door was opened, Luke let go and stumbled forward.
Before Luca could react, he was lying on the bed.
He was not lying straight, but there was no bruise or injury.

Luca noticed that Luke was wearing a heavy coat. It would be uncomfortable for him to sleep like this all night. She stepped
forward and whispered, "Mr. Crawford, let me take off your clothes for you so that you can sleep more comfortably. "
Luke opened his eyes. The lights in the bedroom were a little harsh, so he turned his head sideways. There was faint
drunkenness in his eyes as he uttered, "Everything?"
"..." Luca could tell that he was teasing her.
She did not reply, so Luke rolled over and pretended to be uncomfortable.
Luca stepped forward and bent down. "I'll help you take off your coat."
Luke heard the sounds of his buttons unbuttoning and the zipper being pulled. Luca was helping him undress...
"Mr. Crawford, turn over." Luca looked at the jacket. She needed his help.
Luke sat up, pretended to be confused, and said, "Is this alright?"
Luca was not sure if he was drunk or if he was pretending...
"Okay." She took off Luke's thick coat.
Luca was about to put away the jacket she took off when he grabbed his hand all of a sudden.
"Luca, stay with me..." His voice was low. When she listened carefully, it was as if he was begging a little.
"Stay with me..." Luke repeated himself.
"Mr. Crawford, lie down." Luca's heart softened. The drunk Luke did not make a fuss and instead begged for her company like a
child.
"Stay with me." Luke bargained with her like a child.
"Okay." Luca had no choice but to agree.
Luke still held onto her hand tightly. When he was about to lie down, she lifted the blanket and said, "Lie down straight."
"Okay." Luke lay on the bed with his head firmly on the pillow. His head was turned sideways, and his eyes were locked on her.

"Let go. I need to put your clothes away," Luca looked at his hand and reminded him helplessly.
"No, I won't let go. If I let go, you'll leave me." Luke did not let go. He was no longer cold and rude, "Luca, don't leave me."
Luca's heart trembled. She had no choice but to put his clothes on the end of the bed. She then pulled the blanket over him and
said, "I won't leave. Go to bed."
Luke closed his eyes obediently but still held onto her hands tightly.
Luca felt the heat in her palms. She had no choice but to sit on the floor. She leaned against the bed and looked at him.
Luke did not open his eyes but knew what she was doing.
He was holding her hand. If she wanted to be more comfortable, that was all she could do.
Luke wanted her to sleep on the other side with him, but in this situation, she would never say yes. As such, he could only flirt
with her when he was drunk.
He believed that if he kept holding on, she would not leave.
Whether it was tonight or in the future.
"Luca." Luke's voice was low. His throat felt harsh due to the alcohol, and he spoke with a hint of drunkenness.
"I'm here..." Luca could not help but lower her voice.
"I've been abandoned by a lot of people..." Luke spoke of his past.
Luca's heart ached. She knew about his past.
Although her past was difficult, it was nothing compared to Luke's.
"You're drunk. Go to sleep." Luca tucked him into the blanket.
"I've been drinking too much but I'm not drunk." Luke knew what her soft spot was, so he did not mind talking about the past.