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

Chapter 77 Allison Asked, 'Bea, Is It? What's Your Last Name?"
When the two little kids went down, they saw a luxury car parked in front of the manor.
'A black Range Rover! Daddy’s back!1
"Aunt Bea, we missed you..." The two kids ran out. The first thing Rainie did was hug Bianca who just came out of the car.
Bianca almost lost her balance. She squatted down to pat Rainnie's chubby little cheeks. "I missed you too."
When the old man saw the perfect family scene, he was overjoyed. It seemed to him that his grandson's marriage was imminent.
If the adults agreed and the kids did not hate the stepmother, then there was nothing stopping them.
"The two of you, stand properly over there. Don’t drag Aunt Bea that way." Luke stepped down from the car with his long legs
and stared at the two clingy little kids with a serious face.
Rainie pursed her lips, snorted, and muttered, "Why is that you can hug her, but not us? Last time, you hugged Aunt Bea so hard
that she cried..."
Luke,
Bianca blushed awkwardly.
"So you're the Aunt Bea that the children always talk about. I have to say, Luke sure knows how to choose them." The old man
rushed over and tried to curry his grandson's future wife’s favor.
The old man straightened his back. He was wearing a pair of dark gray trousers, a mini checkered shirt, and a vest. He was
dressed very dapperly and fashionably, just like an old man who came straight out of a French magazine. 1
Bianca stood up immediately and said respectfully, "Hello, Grandpa. I’m Bianca."
"Welcome. Please, come in and have a seat. These two children seem to know you very well. You guys seem close. I'm happy to
see you guys getting along well." The old man treated Bea as if she was already his granddaughter-in-law.
The nanny came out to get gifts from the car.

The things that Bianca bought were not expensive things. Even though they were not luxury goods, the old man liked them very
much when he saw them. He thought that Bea was a realistic person, not blandish. She did not try to be someone she was not.
Louis made sure his mother was okay before he went downstairs.
"Hello Sister-in-law, I'm Louis. I’m his half-brother. We share the same dad... ’ <0
Bianca, who was suddenly addressed as 'sister-in-law', stood up awkwardly. She knew that Luke had a younger brother, but she
did not know much about the complicated relationships of the Crawford family.
No one really knew whether the tabloids were real or fake news.
"Hello, my name’s Bianca." Bianca greeted him.
Everyone sat down and started talking.
Luke asked Bianca to sit next to him. Whether it was Grandpa, the two little ones, or his half-brother with the same dad, Luke
knew he had to filter and block some things before they got to her. He had to be the one who decided what questions they could
ask.
Bea, how old will you be this year?" the old man asked.
"24 years old," Bianca answered.
"Luke is five years older than you? A difference of five years sounds great. Here, I have an article to show you guys," the old
man said as he dug out a newspaper from the drawer of the coffee table and handed it to Bianca.
Louis was speechless and thought that his grandpa surely had his tricks up his sleeves.
Their coffee table was brand new, so why would there be a newspaper in the drawer? He knew straight away that his grandpa
had known about their five-year age difference and prepared something in advance.
Bianca took a look at it.
According to the newspaper, a study showed that relationships where the man was 5 years older than the woman were the least
likely to have conflicts. Apparently, those marriages ended up well and were relatively much more stable.
"Where's Grandma?" Blanche asked with furrowed brows.

He looked very serious as if he was the one who cared most about Aunt Bea’s official visit to the house.
Luke glanced at his son and noticed that he was wearing a small black suit with a white shirt and a bow tie. If anyone saw him,
they would think that he was the one who was supposed to bring his wife to meet his family that day.
"You've got hairspray all over your head. Aren’t you worried that flies that land on your head are going to slip and fall to their
death?" Louis touched the back of his little nephew's black hair and said, "Did you finish up the entire can of my hairspray?"
Blanche thought that his uncle was reckless and had spoiled his image in front of his entire family on this occasion. Furthermore,
he was embarrassed that his uncle did this in front of Aunt Bea.
Fortunately, the empathetic Aunt Bea smiled at him and even stretched out her hand to pull him away from his embarrassment.
He got to sit next to Aunt Bea. Blache peeked at his dad who glared at him with his cold stare. However, he did not hold back.
Even though that was his dad, he stared right back as if saying, 'I bet you wish you were me at my age now.'
The old man was afraid that Bianca would misunderstand the situation to mean that the family did not take her seriously. He
explained. "Luke’s mother has a very important fashion party to attend today. It's my fault for failing to do the proper scheduling.
When I heard that Luke had a girlfriend, I was too excited to meet you. I should've let you choose when you wanted to do this
dinner.
"However, Luke's mother will be back soon."
Bianca had seen Luke's mother in a magazine before. Every time a noblewoman or an A-lister were invited to a party, Allison
would always be invited as well.
She was about to say it was okay when she heard the sound of a car at the gate.
"Is Grandma back?" Rainie got out of her great-grandfather's arms and ran to the door to greet her.
Allison got out of the car and walked in beautifully.
Bianca swallowed down what she was about to say and stood up when Luke did.
"Grandma, Aunt Bea is here..." Rainie said as she went outside to hold onto her grandma's LV bag. She slid it across her short
chubby arm.

Allison came in with a big smile on her face and said to the female stranger, "Sorry to keep you waiting, I didn't know you were
coming."
"Oh, it’s no problem. We just got here. Everything was in a rush and I didn't get to tell you in advance as well," Bianca said
politely and accepted Allison's warm hug.
"Mom, sit." Luke did not want Bianca to socialize courteously with them for too long because it would be very tiring. Therefore, he
quickly pulled Bianca's body over gently and took her out of his mother's arms.
Grandpa saw the scene and nodded in satisfaction.
'Just a sentence and he's already worried that it’ll tire his future wife's voice box out? It seems that this grandson of mine will be
whipped in the future.’
"Bea, is it? I heard our Rainie calling you that. What's your last name?" Allison sat down and asked.
"My last name is..." Before she could finish her sentence, Bianca saw a middle-aged woman in a floral qipao walking down the
stairs. She did not look happy and had an aggressive aura with a glass of red fruit juice in her hand.
"You b*tch! You can put away your act now!" Susan walked swiftly with her slight tummy. When she cursed Allison, she splashed
the glass of juice at her face. When the juice was splashed, she put the glass down heavily. She looked at everyone who was
present and said, "What? Were you scared that I’ll make some noise so you got my son to lock me in my room?"
Bianca was shocked and stood up. She did not know who the woman wearing the Gucci qipao was.
The nanny rushed over and wiped the juice from Allison’s face with a tissue paper. Without a word, Luke sat there motionless as
if it was not his mother who had a glass of juice splashed on her.
The two little kids merely pursed their lips and kept quiet as if it was something that they were already used to.
"Mom, listen to me and go upstairs!" Louis stood up and tried to stop her.
Susan pushed her son away like a madwoman and turned around with the stench of alcohol on her. She looked at Bianca and
suddenly sneered at her. It was a smile so cold that it could send a shiver down one's spine...