Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3457 Turn Around And Let Me Take A Look, Okay

Hera suddenly lost her interest when she heard what he said.noveldrama

"You're the kind of person with no faith or dreams," replied Hera.

Gerald chuckled and asked, "Then what's your dream, Ms. Sanchez?"

"Me? It's simple. I want to make lots and lots of money," Hera answered without hesitation.

She did not think it was embarrassing at all. Making money was not a crime or something shameful. There was nothing wrong with saying it out loud.

Gerald nodded. "So that's why you chose to be with the boss?"

"Your boss is rich." Hera narrowed her eyes. "Since you've done so much for me, I'll do you a favor."

"A favor?" Gerald raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant.

"I have your boss' black card now. What luxury item do you want? I can buy you something. Just keep working hard for me in the future." Hera believed that money could solve everything,

Gerald froze for a moment, his lips twitching. "Ms. Sanchez, even if you hate me, you don't have to set me up like this."

Hera blinked. "I'm not setting you up."

"If you use the boss' money to buy me something, people who know the situation might say it's a reward. But people who don't might think you're keeping me. If that rumor reaches the boss, I'm doomed."

Even though Gerald loved money, he was perfectly aware of how dangerous this idea could be.

Hera paused for a moment. Gerald had a point.

"Forget it, then," replied Hera, deciding to spend the money on herself instead.

"But Ms. Sanchez, it seems like the boss really spoils you. He even gave you a black card and let you spend it freely. Looks like you might just become the boss' wife," Gerald flattered her with a grin.

"Enough." Hera frowned. "Everyone knows I'm just a plaything to him. As long as I stay in line and give him what he wants, that's all that matters. Nothing else is important."

She was well aware of her position.

If Abel truly cared about her, as Gerald suggested, he would not be keeping her here.

Besides, love was not just about money. It required emotional care too, and that was something Abel had never given her. She knew exactly where she stood.

Still, Hera felt that things were not so bad. At least she was getting free treatment while she was here.

"Well, as long as you've come to terms with it. I'll go make your medicine," said Gerald before leaving the room.

Before Luca left, she told him that Shanks would be preparing the herbal medicine, and he

needed to pick it up.

"Why can't herbal medicine just be injected like IV fluids?" groaned Hera.

The taste of the medicine from yesterday had been unbearable, lingering on her tongue and attacking her senses. Every cell in her body had resisted it.

"Maybe you can ask Ms. Craw when she gets back. We can see if she can find a way to make it happen," Gerald joked as he walked away.

Hera rolled her eyes helplessly.

Luca took a taxi to a five-star hotel.

As soon as she stepped into the lobby and before she even had a chance to ask the front desk, two foreign men approached her.

"Hello, are you Ms. Craw?" one of them asked.

"Yes, and you are..." Luca paused for a moment.

"We work for Mr. Ray. We've been waiting here for you," one of the men replied.

Luca nodded and followed them into the elevator.

They took her to the top floor and stopped in front of a presidential suite. One of the men pressed the doorbell.

It did not take long for the door to open.

Ray stood there.

"Mr. Ray," Luca greeted him first. "It's been a while."

"Ms. Craw, it's been a while," Ray responded politely. "Please, come in."

Luca stepped inside.

She glanced around the living room but did not see Vivian anywhere. She asked with confusion, "Where's Vivian?"

"She's in the bedroom. She refuses to come out," Ray explained before knocking on one of the bedroom doors. "Vivian, Ms. Craw is here."

Earlier that morning, everything had been fine until an inexperienced hotel staff member barged in with a room service cart. The staff member had an extreme reaction when she saw Vivian's face.

Since then, no matter what Ray said, Vivian had refused to step out. She kept herself locked away in the bedroom.

Vivian's voice came from inside, muffled and full of sorrow. "The door's not locked. You can come in."

Ray turned to Luca and said in a respectful tone, "Please see if you can help her."

He showed her such courtesy not only because she was Luke's woman but also because she might be the only one who could help Vivian. Luca was the only person Vivian trusted now. "I'll check on her first," replied Luca. Until this moment, she still did not know the exact details of Vivian's condition.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside the bedroom.

"Vivian, I'm here." Luca looked at the woman lying on the bed with her back facing the door.

"I'm sorry for troubling you again, Luca," murmured Vivian. Her voice was low, tinged with sadness.

Luca walked over quietly, but instead of standing in front of her, she sat on the edge of the bed behind Vivian, giving Vivian space to compose herself.

"Vivian, you're not troubling me. We're friends, and friends don't think about things like that, do they?" Luca gently patted her shoulder.

Vivian's body trembled violently as though she had been startled.

"Sorry." Luca frowned. Vivian was in a fragile, hypersensitive state. She was deeply resistant to any contact with others. This was not a good sign.

Luca grew even more worried. Even when Vivian divorced Gordan, she had never been like

this.

Why was this happening now?

She withdrew her hand, deciding to wait until Vivian was not as sensitive before speaking

again.

"Luca, I look so ugly now." Vivian's voice trembled, thick with emotion. "I don't even know what happened. My skin had finally become fair again, but after returning to Russia, it suddenly darkened. Then, these horrible breakouts started. My whole face is covered in them. I look disgusting. I don't know why this is happening to me. What should I do?"

Luca frowned as she listened.

Vivian was spiraling into despair!

"Vivian, do you trust me?" Luca gently reached out her hand but stopped just above Vivian's shoulder without touching her.

"Are we really friends?" Vivian did not answer the question. Instead, she asked one of her

OWII.

"Of course, we are. We're close friends," Luca reassured her gently.

Vivian had always had darker skin, so when people called her unattractive, she simply

accepted it as a fact and did not take it too hard.

However, after finally seeing progress and watching her skin slowly improve, only to have it all taken away in an instant, it was understandable that she could not accept it.

"Luca, I'm scared..." Vivian's body trembled. "I'm afraid I'll end up like Mr. Crawford's

mother..."

She had seen Allison's appearance in a video before, and the thought of her own condition worsening to that extent terrified her. If it really came to that, she would rather die...

"You won't. I haven't even seen you yet. How can you be so sure your condition will get that bad?" Luca comforted her, saying, "Vivian, I'm here to help you. Turn around and let me take a look, okay?"