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

Chapter 202 Luke’s Morning Tenderness
Downstairs, at the courtyard.
The buns were bought by some colleagues in the morning shift, while a female colleague cooked the oatmeal in the kitchen.
All of them agreed that the store-bought oatmeal was too gritty.
It was the first time that the boss's kids ate small-town homemade buns. They ate two each, and that was not enough.
Rainie stuffed her mouth full with a bun and blinked innocently at Uncle Doyle. She asked for more while chewing.
"Don’t rush. I'll go and buy some more." Jason ruffled Rainie's hair.
As he got up, he turned to the other colleagues and said, "I'll get some for all of you too."
The buns were not enough for everyone. The sudden appearance of the boss, his assistant, and his two children meant that the
colleagues had to share their food with them.
The scene in town was bustling.
Jason stood in front of a food truck and bought fifteen chicken buns. When he took out his wallet and was about to pay, he
noticed a woman dressed neatly in office wear entering the courtyard. She looked to be in her thirties.
"That's $1.80 each, so fifteen of them will be $27." The owner of the food truck took the money and handed the bag of buns to
Jason.
Jason took the bags and said politely, "Thank you."
Back at the courtyard, he saw the woman standing in front of the communal breakfast table and asking gently, "May I know if
there's a woman named Bianca Rayne here?"
Everyone at the table turned to look at the imposing woman. When they were about to speak, they turned their heads in unison
to look at Jason.
The boss was upstairs, so Jason was the next person in charge.
As mere subordinates, the office workers naturally looked to their superiors for guidance.

The woman in her thirties was clutching a limited edition Hermes handbag, and her skin was fair and delicate. She noticed that
everyone was looking behind her and turned around too.
She noticed Jason standing behind her.
As a man nearing his forties, Jason was calm and composed. "May I know who you are?" "Nice to meet you. I am Wanda Rayne,
Bianca's aunt. I heard from the people in town that they saw Bianca here," Wanda introduced herself and explained her
intentions.
Jason glanced at Wanda and handed the bag of buns to Joe.
"Bianca is still upstairs. She hasn't come down yet. Do you want to sit for a while?" He told Wanda.
"Can I go upstairs to look for her?" Wanda was eager to meet her niece, whom she had not met for many years.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rayne. Our boss is upstairs. He might be discussing something important with Bianca."
Wanda nodded understandingly.
Jason took a chair for Wanda and told her that she could join them for breakfast.
Wanda politely declined, saying that she had already eaten.
Upstairs, the man pinned the woman on the bed. His hunger for her could not be sated. The temperature in the cramped room
began to increase...
Bianca was drenched in sweat. Sunlight glistened on her smooth and supple skin.
She could see that her leg was bent at a difficult angle, thanks to the man.
"Please... stop... I beg... you... mmh... ahh..." She was on the verge of a breakdown when faced with the man's insatiable lust.
She opened her mouth and gasped. Her mature body was split open by the man's intrusion, and she was on the verge of
passing out.
However, she had to admit that after the session the night before, she was craving to be filled with the man's savagery...
As the primal screams echoed in the room, Bianca could feel that the bedsheets under her were stained.

It was quite a big stain.
The sticky feeling on her skin was extremely uncomfortable.
Breakfast time was almost over. The food trucks and mobile breakfast stalls went away one by one. She could hear her
colleagues chatting downstairs.
After a bout of frontal abuse, the man flipped Bianca on her stomach. The wooden floor was creaking to the man's rhythm. 1
"Mmh... ahh..." Bianca grabbed the pillow tightly. She did not dare to scream.
Her body and the crumpled bed sheets moved up and down with the rhythm. Eventually, she climaxed at the same time with the
man, then slowly faded away to peace...
The sun was shining directly into the room, though Bianca was barely conscious.
When the man got up and removed himself from her, she saw it.
She felt that her mouth and throat were dry, and she could not summon an ounce of strength.
She struggled to keep her eyes open, and she could vaguely see the clothes and debris scattered all over the floor...
From the washroom to the bed, the couple had knocked over her trunk and made a lot of noise. Then, their activity in bed
loosened the floorboards...
Bianca began to hyperventilate when she thought about that.
Luke's appearance at the courtyard so early in the morning must have attracted her colleagues' attention. She wondered if
anyone could hear what they were doing in the room.
She prayed that they had not.
The smell of hormones and desire permeated the small room.
Just when Bianca was struggling to stay awake, the man was dressed once again in his business suit and leather shoes,
standing in front of the bed.

Other than his sculpted facial features that were still oozing with the passion from before, there was no sign that he had just
made out with a woman.
Bianca noticed that he was holding a damp white towel.
The man leaned on her cheek, and his resonant voice filled her ears. "Are you going to take a shower yourself, or should I help
you?"
Bianca did not want to get out of bed. It was too humiliating.
Intimacy filled the air.
Seeing that she was not getting up, Luke silently removed the blanket, then carefully wiped her body with the towel with extreme
tenderness, as though he might bruise her delicate skin.
"Let me do it." Bianca was surprised. She somehow summoned the strength to sit up.
Luke's bony hand that was holding the warm, sanitized towel paused.
Standing at the edge of the bed, he towered over the graceful woman and stared at her indulgently. He gulped, then carried her
in his arms.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Bianca could only feel fear as she looked at the man's sculpted features.