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

“Not at all. I just feel a little grumpy lately, and it seems like I've no patience for troublesome people and situations," said Tina.
She knew that it was not the drug that made her like this. In fact, it was Amur.
Tina only asked Luca in an attempt to find an excuse unrelated to Amur so that she could feel less like a loser.
"There seems to be a problem with your liver. I'm guessing it's because of work." Luca knew that Tina was making an excuse for
her unusual behavior, so she gave her an excuse as well.
"Yeah." Tina lowered her gaze and smiled bitterly.
"Drink more water, and if you need it, I can prescribe you a dose of medicine. It's rather bitter though, so it's a little hard to have it
regularly." Luca looked at her compassionately.
However, she knew that Tina did not need her compassion.
"I should just drink more water. I can't take anything bitter except for coffee," said Tina before she looked at the time and stood
up. "Dr. Craw, I should get back to work now. I'll go upstairs and do some paperwork."
"Okay, I can help you if you're not feeling well, but you'll need someone professional for your mental health." Luca stood up and
sent her out.
"I'll consider it." Tina was rather helpless.
She knew how stressed society was these days. Everyone needed a therapist.
However, it was the first time she had ever been defeated by stress after working at T Corporation for so many years. Moreover,
the stress did not come from work or life. It was because of love.
She had thought that her work had forged her to become invincible, but just because of Amur...
Amur, who never gave her a proper farewell or made any promise to her.
That made her feel defeated.
After Tina left, Luca sat on the office chair with her phone in her hand and fell into deep thought.
What could she do now that Amur had captured Tina's heart?

A few days later, good news came from Watson Biopharmaceuticals. The department in charge had applied for a patent for the
drug formula and arranged a meeting with the FDA to talk about the market price.
Luca finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Abel never called during this period, nor did he give any instructions. The drug that everyone in Watson Biopharmaceuticals had
pinned their hope on had finally made it to the market.
Now that they had a patent, Abel could not do anything.
Luca breathed another sigh of relief upon seeing the messages in the group chat. It was not a dream; it was the real thing.
[Mr, Crawford, the parent for the drug has been applied for, and a meeting with the FDA has been arranged as well.] She picked
up her phone and sent Luke a message.
A few seconds later, Luke replied to her: [I know. Look at the group chat.]
Luca opened the group chat and saw that the general manager had announced Luke's decision to open up a lab on one of the
floors to let the researchers do their research.
Luca felt a surge of excitement.
She went back to her chat with Luke. [Mr. Crawford, now that the project research is done, can my group and I go back to
Watson Biopharmaceuticals now?]
Although she had gotten used to T Corporation, if she did not return to Watson Biopharmaceuticals, she would not be able to use
the lab at all.
Luca looked at her phone screen and waited for Luke's reply.
In the president's office.
Luke looked at the phone screen in deep thought.
If Luca returned to Watson Biopharmaceuticals, they would not be able to see each other much. They would only see each other
at home.

However, the new program was also for Luca's convenience. If she stayed at T Corporation, the new program would not be
useful for her at all.
Luke replied: [Yes, when would you like to move? I'll contact the moving company.]
Luca replied: [Tomorrow, I'll notify the others and have them pack up their things.] She was in a rush to use the facilities back at
Watson Biopharmaceuticals and further analyze the components of the antidote to develop a formula.
"Sure." Upon seeing how anxious she was, he knew he made the right decision.
He put down the phone and pressed the intercom to ask Jason to arrange things with the moving company.
Then, he let out a sigh.
Gordan, who was playing games heard the sigh, so he looked up and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nothing." Luke opened a
document.
"Luke, you never sigh. It must be a big deal for you to sigh. Let me guess, the several notifications you got just now were about
Dr. Craw?" Gordan started guessing presumptuously.
"She's moving back to Watson Biopharmaceuticals," said Luke.
"Oh, I see, and you don't want her to leave. Both of you live together anyway, and better days are coming. Once the Island of
Despair matter is resolved, things won't be bad. If outsiders find out that the president is so clingy to the point that you have to
work together, will they believe it?" Gordan ridiculed.
Luke ignored his teasing.
"Don't ignore me." Gordan felt bored as he had been here for a few days.
This was the case every time. The conversation would just come to an abrupt end when Luke ignored him.
What a party pooper.
"If you're bored, the grandpas in the park will talk to you. If that's not enough, there are still grandmas," said Luke with his eyes
never leaving his document.

"Pfft, the grandpas and grandmas in the park are not as interesting as you," Gordan said shamelessly.
Luke closed the file and stared at him coldly.
Gordan shivered and hurriedly made a gesture around his mouth, signaling that he would no longer talk.
In the villa.
Aunt Neile was preparing the lunchbox.
Vivian saw that it was time to prepare lunch, so she went into the kitchen to help.
She saw that there were three large lunch boxes on the kitchen counter, so she asked the question that had been lingering in her
mind for days.
"Aunt Neile, are you preparing three lunch boxes again?" she asked in the local dialect.
"Yup. Ms. Vivian, let me do it. You're the guest, so go and rest," said Aunt Neile cheerfully.
Vivian wanted to ask further, but she did not know how to say it in the local dialect, so she opened up the translation app on her
phone to translate the words she wanted to say. "Aren't you making lunch for Mr. Crawford and Luca? Why have you been
making three lunch boxes these days?"
Aunt Neile explained, "Mr. Crawford said that there's a guest, so this is for the guest."
"I see." Aunt Neile's reply did not reassure Vivian. It made her puzzled instead.
How could there be a guest for several days in a row.
Although many people frequented a big company like T Corporation, dining together with a guest for a few days was a little
strange.
Even if there was a guest, Luke would not be that reckless.
He would not have a guest eat from a lunch box.