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

Chapter 639 Why Is That Man So Uncaring
Bianca stood in a daze in front of the window. The scene of Luke's car speeding away replayed in her mind.
She felt both sad and angry.
She was also aggrieved that the man did not care about her feelings at all.
Bianca knew that Gordan had risked a lot when he saved Luke. Not only did Gordan perform plastic surgery on his face, but he
had also taken the fall for a crime he did not commit.
She knew that Luke was duty-bound to save Gordan, but did he ever spare a thought for him and the children?
Gordan might have gone to prison because of Luke, but Luke eventually found a way to free him as well as get the Italian mafia
to stop hunting him down. Was that not enough?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She hugged her knees and buried her red face between her legs. 1
Even though she was angry, she could not help but feel worried. What if something really happened to him?
The caretaker saw that Bianca was in a bad mood. She put the vacuum cleaner in her hands down, then went over to comfort
her. "Should I help you back to your bedroom, Madam?"
Bianca nodded woodenly and walked back to the bedroom herself.
Her thoughts were muddled, and she needed the rest.
However, she did not feel any better even after lying on her bed.
It was already fall.
The fragrance of hazels wafted into the bedroom, and the branches were swaying gently outside of the window.
It was a sunny day with fine weather, but Bianca felt very uneasy.
She remained glum for the rest of the day, and she did not eat much.
Luke did not call her for the entire day. She tried calling him, but his phone was turned off.

At night, Bianca had a nightmare that Luke was stabbed. Blood was pouring out of his mouth, and his entire body was covered in
blood.
She was crying loudly in her dreams, shouting his name loudly and begging for someone to save him, but no one heard her or
saved him.
She also dreamed that they were walking hand in hand on a busy city street. Suddenly, he said, "I have to go and deal with
something. Wait here for me, and I'll be back soon."
She waited until sunset, but still, he did not return.
Then, she dreamed that he was shot at a desolate place.
He could not dodge, and the bullet entered his skull.
"Ahhh!"
Bianca woke up from her nightmare. She was panting and drenched in sweat.
A single lamp cast a dim yellow light in the dark night.
Unable to sleep, she took out her phone and dialed Luke's number again but could not get through.
Her anger and despair had turned into worry and fear. She felt that she was turning numb.
Bianca looked at the bright moonlight outside. She put her palms together and prayed earnestly.
'I hope you'll be fine, Luke.*
After a ten-hour flight, Luke landed in Moscow in the afternoon.
He turned on his phone. A string of missed calls and messages told him how worried Bianca was for him.
Guessing that Bianca would be sleeping, and thinking that calling or messaging her now would only make her worry, he decided
not to disturb her.
The airport was crowded.

Luke was wearing shades, but that only added to his mystery. Many beautiful Russian women were attracted by his unique
bearing, handsome features, and height.
Some women even attempted to strike up a conversation with him, but his bodyguards blocked them, and they could only shrug
disappointedly and walk away.
The group of people walked out of the airport.
The general manager of T Corporation's Russian branch, a mature middle- aged man, and his assistant came to pick them up.
He walked behind Luke while reporting the intelligence on Ray, the Russian mafia boss. "Mr. Crawford, Ray is a cruel and
merciless man. He is involved in smuggling, dealing drugs, and trading illegal firearms. He doesn't have a good reputation even
in the criminal underworld. He has extorted many corporations and conglomerates in the past, but fortunately, we are under the
protection of the Russian government, and he has not targeted us. I'm afraid that it will be dangerous for you to go alone. Should
I dispatch a few more of my men?"
Luke shook his head and refused. "I'm going into Ray's turf. It won't matter how many people I bring."
That was why he did not bring anyone except for Sean and four other bodyguards.
He did not have any interactions with Ray, but Percy had fought him over control of Europe.
Percy had warned him that Ray was a violent and merciless individual, and even he was at a disadvantage. He warned Luke to
be extremely careful and gave him four of his elite bodyguards.
Luke did not have any grudges against Ray, not even on business terms.
He hoped that he could resolve the issue peacefully.
Luke made a phone call to Ray. Once the call went through, he took the initiative to introduce himself. "I'm Luke Crawford."
The other side chuckled. "You're a candid man, Mr. Crawford."
Luke continued, "I'm at the airport now. Can I have your address?"
The other party gave him the address, which Luke memorized. After that, he hung up.

A Hummer was already waiting outside. Someone opened the car door, and Luke stepped inside.
According to the GPS, the location was a remote corner in the outskirts of Moscow.
It took the Hummer two hours to arrive at that place.
Through the window, Luke could see a mansion built in the classic Russian style standing proudly and alone on top of a hill.
Several tall and burly men in black suits were waiting at the foot of the hill. At first glance, one could tell that they were not good
guys.
"Mr. Crawford?" One of them asked in heavily accented English.
"That would be me,’ Luke replied calmly.
The man nodded at him and led the group forward.
Luke walked in the middle of the group, protected by the bodyguards.
The surroundings were eerily silent, except for the sounds of gusts of cold wind blowing and the occasional cries of birds. It was
an unnerving scene.
Luke tried not to think of anything else as he walked forward with Ray's men...