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

Alexsia ignored what he said while he secretly mumbled to himself that this was why Kazamir hated those naive, rich kids.
On the other hand.
Luca had been busy with work at Watsons Biopharmaceuticals all day. She was asked to take a leave after she received a
phone call from Luke.
Confusion was written all over her face when she got into Warren's car and arrived at the mall.
"Did Mr. Crawford tell you to drop me off here?" asked Luca.
"Yes, Ms. Craw," answered Warren, noticing how bewildered she was. "Have you forgotten that the party will be held tonight?"
Luca glanced at her phone and realized that today was Friday...
“I totally forgot about it..." She had forgotten about the dinner amidst a string of responsibilities she had to juggle for the past few
days.
"Boss has already made an appointment with the fashion house on the tenth floor for you," said Warren.
Luke already expected that Luca would forget about it and made arrangements for her.
Luca would be the center of attention tonight. She must not dress casually.
"Alright." Luca understood why Luke made such arrangements. Her prominence in her field of work would inspire the research
department to work harder.
Thus, she did not refuse his arrangement.
After unfastening her seatbelt, Luca headed straight to the tenth floor.
There was only one fashion house open on the tenth floor. Luca walked into the shop.
Luke had already sent a photo of her to the staff there. The shop assistant was able to recognize her when she walked into the
shop. "Good afternoon, Ms. Craw. Our stylist is already waiting for you."
"Okay." Luca remained reticent as the receptionist greeted her enthusiastically. Then, the receptionist led her to the styling room.

"Ms. Cuttrel, Ms. Craw is here," announced the receptionist as she opened the door.
"Great. Nice to meet you, Ms. Craw. Take a seat." The stylist invited Luca in and asked her to sit down.
Luca nodded and sat down without saying anything.
"Ms. Craw, do you have any specific requests?" The stylist already knew that Luca would be attending the company's dinner.
She had the perfect outfit in mind, but she still wanted to find out about Luca's preferences.
"I'd like to keep it simple and wear something that's not too formal," Luca casually said what was on her mind. Luke was the one
who arranged for the stylist to style her up. Luca was sure that the stylist would create the perfect look for her.
She wanted to keep a low profile tonight and not overdress herself.
"Got it. You want to keep it simple. So, shall we start?" The stylist reiterated Luca's request and looked at her reflection in the
mirror.
This woman had beautiful facial features.
Even though she did not wear any makeup, her facial features were exquisite. Her skin was flawless. She would have an easy
time putting on makeup for her later.
"Yes." Luca nodded. She was prepared to spend several hours sitting on the beauty styling chair.
"I'll have my assistant wash your hair for you first," said the stylist. She turned around and looked at her assistant. "Wash and
blowout."
"Alright. Ms. Craw, this way, please." The assistant smiled sweetly and invited Luca to the hair-washing area.
Luca remained silent. She rose to her feet and followed the assistant.
The stylist had a rough idea of the outfit to go with Luca's hairstyle when she looked at her curvy figure.
The phone the stylist placed aside rang. She picked her phone up and noticed that it was a call from Luke. She immediately
answered the call, "Hello, Mr. Crawford."
"Has Ms. Craw arrived yet?" asked Luke.

"Yes. She's getting her hair washed now," answered the stylist. She always had her clients wash their hair first to ensure it was
clean to create the perfect hairstyle for them.
"Make her look gorgeous," said Luke. He wanted her to amaze every employee who worked at Watsons and leave a lasting
impression on them tonight. That way, they would not dare to say anything about her when she recovered her true identity in the
future.
Luca had always been entitled to be called Mrs. Crawford.
The stylist paused for a moment and replied, "But Ms. Craw wants to look simple and elegant."
Luke, who was on the other end of the line, fell silent for two seconds. Although it was not what he had in mind, it was Luca's
request. He had no choice but to compromise. "Then just do it as she said."
"Okay, Mr. Crawford." Luke hung up the call as soon as the stylish finished her sentence.
As she listened to the busy tone that came from the other end of the call, she could not help but wonder about the relationship
between Luca and Luke.
Why would Luke have such demands when it was about Luca's styling and outfit? It seemed like he had to make sure that she
looked her absolute best.
As far as she knew, Luke already had a wife...
Besides, Luke was an acclaimed loyal husband.
The stylist picked up her phone and searched for Luke's information. He did have a wife. His wife was involved in an accident
three years ago. That was why she had not shown up in public for such a long time. The stylish heaved a sigh when she looked
at Bianca's photo on her phone. Luca and Bianca had different styles.
The stylist muttered to herself, "There must be a reason why a man cares so much for a woman. Most of these men have bad
intentions."
The stylist came back to her senses and realized what she just said. Then, she immediately glanced around her. She felt
relieved when she found out no one was there.
After a while, her assistant led Luca back to her seat. "Ms. Cuttrel, I've washed her hair."

"Okay. Ms. Luca, sit down, please." The stylist put aside her thoughts and pulled out the styling chair.
After Luca sat on the chair, the stylist smiled and said, "Ms. Luca, I'll be styling your hair now. Please speak up if you're not
satisfied with the hairstyle while I'm styling it for you. I'll try my best to adjust to your preferences."
"Okay." Luca nodded. She was not worried that the stylist would come up with something strange.
Luke's choice had always been the best.
Two hours later, the stylist had completed the basic styling.
She let out a sigh of relief. Luca did not complain about anything throughout the entire process. The styling went smoothly
because of her good facial features.
"Ms. Luca, it's done. Let me know if there's anything that needs to be changed,” said the stylist.
Luca looked at herself in the mirror. The makeup was light and not too enchanting. Her hair was curled into gentle arcs and
adorned with a simple rhinestone accessory.
It was a simple and fresh look.
The hairstyle and makeup were perfect for attending the company's dinner.
"Amazing." Luca was satisfied. Her only request was to keep it simple. The stylist had created the simple look she requested.
“I'm happy to hear that. Why don't we pick an outfit for you now?" The stylist smiled. Of all of the styles she had created for her
clients, Luca's request was the simplest, and she was the most undemanding client she had ever met.
She would be able to serve more clients in a day and work with greater efficiency if every client she met was like her.