Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3391 Ease The Ache Of Longing

Abel chuckled. His voice was low and gravelly.

"Hera, let's agree on something. Don't use threats of leaving to manipulate me anymore, or I won't be happy," said Abel in a low voice.

What might have sounded like a plea or a compromise came across to Hera as a veiled threat.

The cool sensation of his fingers brushed against her eyelids, and she could not help but shiver. His touch felt as cold as death itself. She could not feel a trace of warmth.novelbin

Her hands clenched tightly together. The tension in her grip was the only thing keeping her from trembling further. "Alright," Hera murmured obediently.

Abel withdrew his hand.

Hera opened her eyes. A strange unease stirred within her. For reasons she could not quite explain, Abel's behavior filled her with an unsettling dread...

"Will you stay at the hospital with me tonight?" Hera could not help but crave some semblance of comfort.

Abel frowned slightly. "Stay here with you? And what about Luca?"

"You could just send her home. I only want you to stay," Hera gently held his arm and whined, but all she felt was the icy chill of his skin. It was not just his fingers, his entire arm was unnaturally cold.

His entire being was ice-cold, like that of a corpse-absent of any warmth.

Hera froze as her mind reeled. She recalled past moments of physical contact, and his body temperature had always been like this.

Back then, her focus had been on securing money, so she had not paid attention to these eerie details.

Now, a wave of unease washed over her. What kind of person has a body temperature so low?

"I have other matters to attend to. Stay here, rest, and don't make trouble," Abel refused to stay at the hospital.

There was no chance he would spend the night in the hospital with her.

"Alright." Hera did not feel disappointed. Instead, she felt relieved.

She felt she needed to appear deeply infatuated with him. Hence, that was what she did. However, deep down, his refusal had brought her a strange sense of comfort.

"Get well. Listen to Luca. Do as she says, and don't pull any stunts that might worsen your condition. I don't like women who look sickly," said Abel. His Kassy deserved nothing less than the healthiest set of eyes.

"Got it. I'll behave," Hera replied with a bright smile.

Once Abel left, the smile dropped from her face. She stared at the luxury handbag box in her lap, lost in thought. Was it really worth staying by the side of such a volatile man for the sake of money?

Moments later, Luca reentered the ward. Her eyes briefly flicked to the box Hera was clutching, her expression unreadable.

Hera caught her glance. She smirked and sneered, "What are you looking at? This is a designer handbag. You couldn't afford it even if you worked for an entire year."

Luca said nothing.

Mistaking her silence for envy, Hera could not resist adding a cruel jab, "Some people just lack talent. They'll work their whole lives and still never own something like this. Tsk, Abel really does treat me well."

Luca thought to herself that he certainly did.

However, it was all for her eyes...

"Ms. Sanchez, it's time to take your medicine." Luca had no interest in designer bags or luxury goods.

After all, Luke always ensured that she lacked for nothing. He handled everything for her, sparing her the need to familiarize herself with the latest brands or trends. As a result, she harbored no desire for such things.

Hera could not help but feel that Luca's detached attitude was a deliberate insult.

Both of them lived in Abel's world, but their roles could not have been more different.

Luca's responsibilities were respectable, praiseworthy even. People admired her for what she did, perhaps even envied her.

In contrast, Hera's role could not be publicly acknowledged.

If she told others she was in a romantic relationship with Abel, who would believe her?

Even though she appeared the most glamorous and enviable among her friends, she knew what they whispered behind her back.

The thought sparked a simmering anger within her.

Luca handed her a cup of warm water and her pills.

Seeing her so composed made Hera want to knock the items right out of Luca's grasp.

However, Abel's earlier warnings held her back. He was displeased with her falling ill, almost as though he was blaming her for not taking care of herself. He even insisted she listen to Luca during her recovery.

Suppressing her anger, Hera took the pills and swallowed them without protest.

Two days later, after undergoing various tests, Hera was discharged from the hospital.

She returned to the small villa with Luca.

After returning to the villa, Hera ignored everyone and headed straight to her room. Noticing Abel's absence, she turned to Gerald, who was standing nearby.

"Where's your boss?" demanded Hera.

"I don't know." Gerald stood at the door, looking genuinely puzzled. How could he possibly know if Hera did not know?

"What kind of subordinate are you? You don't even know where your boss is?" asked Hera.

Gerald scratched the back of his head with an innocent look on his face. "The last time he came home was the day you were hospitalized. He hasn't been back since."

"He hasn't been back?" Hera's voice grew sharper. "Where is he?"

Gerald thought to himself that while her body seemed to have recovered from the hospital stay, her intelligence was still in question.

Did he not tell her that Abel had not returned? No one would be able to answer her question even if she asked a thousand times.

Hera noticed that Gerald was not answering and realized he had already already answered her question. "Why are you just standing there? Do I have some kind of virus?" Hera glared at him.

Gerald quickly shook his head. "Ms. Sanchez, the boss gave us strict orders to keep our distance from you. If we

get too close, we'll be punished. I don't dare step into your room."

Hera froze for a moment, recalling Abel's obsessive possessiveness. It was just like him to issue such bizarre instructions.

"Fine. Stop hovering and get out of my sight. You're annoying..."

"Understood. If you need anything, you can find me downstairs." As soon as she dismissed him, he practically bolted.

Previously, Gerald did not mind being close to Hera. He thought that despite her bad temper, she was still easy on the eyes, and being around her was not unpleasant.

Now, he wanted nothing more than to keep his distance.

Gerald was always worried someone might report to Abel, accusing him of taking advantage of Hera. If that

happened, he would be done for.

"Wait," Hera called out suddenly.

Gerald, who had just started jogging away, skidded to a halt and turned back to look at her with a confused look

on his face.

"Did anything happen while I was away the past two days?" asked Hera.

Gerald hesitated for a moment. Should he tell her that the man she liked was whipped by their boss?

No, mentioning it might bring trouble for Lucius.

He quickly shook his head. "Nothing happened. It's been peaceful, and since the boss isn't around here, nothing

out of the ordinary happened."

"Got it," Hera replied wearily. She waved him off, signaling for him to leave.

Gerald turned around and immediately left.

When Luca returned to the villa, she immediately went to find Luke.

"You're back?" Luke's eyes were deep and profound. Even though he wore bright blue contact lenses, they could

not conceal the affection shining within them.

If it were not for the fact that others might appear at any moment, he would have pulled her into his arms to ease the ache of longing.

Luca nodded. Unable to read his true emotions through the colored lenses, she instinctively placed her fingers on

his pulse.

His pulse was steady and strong, a reassuring sign that his injuries were healing well.

"Have your wounds been inflamed these past two days? Any low-grade fevers?" Luca asked with concern.

"No, I've been fine," Luke answered honestly. He knew she was worried.

He had a robust physique and strong constitution. Therefore, the whip injuries did not affect him much.

Besides, Gerald had been diligent about cleaning his wounds and changing his dressings daily, which greatly accelerated his recovery.