Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3385 Where Else Can I Go

Luke stayed silent, letting the chilled beer cool him down, washing away some of the lingering heat.

Gerald glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before leaning in and speaking softly to Luke. "Actually, I've seen it."

"Seen what?" Luke could not be bothered.

Lowering his voice even further, Gerald whispered just loud enough for the two of them to hear, "I've seen you going into Ms. Craw's room quite often."

Luke's expression sharpened instantly. A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

He had been so cautious. How had Gerald noticed?

Was he bluffing?

Luke narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

His aura grew colder by the second.

Gerald, sensing the rising tension, shrank back slightly and quickly added, "Relax, I'm not going to tell anyone. If I wanted to report you, I would've done it already."

Luke's expression eased slightly.

Gerald continued to reassure him, "I'm not one to meddle. Look, I haven't said a word about you, and I even stood up for you during that whole thing with Ms. Sanchez. You don't have to worry."

After taking another sip of his beer, Gerald smirked and said, "I am curious, though. There are plenty of men in our organization, and Ms. Craw doesn't seem interested in any of them. Why is it you? And isn't she already in a relationship outside the organization? I've seen the guy. He's tall, handsome, and rich. You actually managed to make a guy like that get cheated on. Bro, I have to respect you for that."

Luke's sharp gaze cut into him. "Why haven't you reported me?"

"Why would I? I'm not stupid," Gerald replied with a laugh, clapping Luke on the shoulder. "Besides, reporting you wouldn't benefit me in any way. Think about it. If people found out I ratted you out, I'd never be able to stay here. And it's not like we have any personal grudges, so why would I go stirring up trouble? Who knows? Maybe one day I'll end up joining the Island of Despair, and then you might be my ticket to survival."

Gerald paused for a moment, gesturing animatedly. "I've seen what you're capable of. Your skills are way above most people's. With enough time and missions, you might even rise to a leadership position in the organization. I'm betting on you."

Luke frowned. Gerald wanted to stay in the organization?

"Why would you want to stay here?"

"Bro, you saying that makes me question your intelligence, Gerald burst out laughing, giving him a hearty slap on the shoulder. "I'm not like you guys. I'm more like an auxiliary member. I only joined the organization back then for the money. But when I joined, I had to take the medication too. If I don't stay here, where else can I go? And even if I leave, I probably won't have much time left to live..."

Luke furrowed his brows, realizing his question had been foolish. He said nothing more.

Up on the third floor, Hera stood watching them from afar.

The distance was too great for her to hear their conversation.

However, they seemed to get along so well...

Hera's eyes darkened. She picked up her phone, intending to call Abel, but hesitated for a moment, remembering

the events of the day.

She changed her mind.

Fine, let Abel stay away for now. She would wait until his anger subsided before reaching out again.

Meanwhile, Gerald and Luke each finished two bottles of chilled beer. As the time approached, Gerald said, "You'd better not go to Ms. Craw's room tonight. I'm worried she might come looking for you again."

A trace of irritation flashed in Luke's eyes.

It was unbearable for Luke not to hold Luca as he slept.

However, with Hera now keeping a close watch on him, no one could predict when she might lose control. For the sake of Luca's safety, he decided he would have to stay in his room tonight.

"I know it's frustrating, but there's no way around it," added Gerald, secretly marveling at the audacity it took to put a man like Luke in such a position. Only someone from the Island of Despair would dare.

"By the way, could you teach me some boxing? I've seen how easily you handle people. I'd really like to learn," asked Gerald.

"Tomorrow morning, six o'clock, at the training grounds," replied Luke. Normally, he would not have entertained the request, but since he had nothing else to do while staying in the room, he agreed.

He did not like owing favors, and since Gerald had helped him before, he saw no harm in granting the request.

"Thanks!" Gerald beamed with excitement, convinced that after tomorrow, he might even become as formidable as Luke himself.

Night fell.

Luca dragged her exhausted body back to her room.

She pushed open the door, only to find that Luke was not there waiting for her.

Confused, she paused for a moment. She remembered it was not his turn for patrol duty tonight and was about to go ask him what was going on when her eyes landed on a folded piece of paper pinned beneath her pillow.

She had a strong feeling it was a note left by Luke.

Pulling it out, she unfolded the page and found it filled with his neat handwriting, almost covering the entire sheet. As she read, her expression darkened.

She did not expect Hera to stoop so low, resorting to such shameless tactics just to get closer to Luke.

Now, to ensure their safety, Luke would not be able to stay with her for the next few nights.

Luca's heart sank.

With Luke around, she could sleep soundly. In a place like the organization's base, without the protection of someone she trusted implicitly, her senses were on high alert.

She knew she would not get a good night's sleep, or possibly any sleep at all.

With Hera's relentless presence, Luca had no choice but to lock her door and set a cup on the handle as an improvised alarm to safeguard herself.

In the middle of the night.

Hera tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Her body felt like it was on fire, a sensation so intense it was almost unbearable.

This was not a fever. It was a searing pain that cycled through different parts of her body.

She thought back to what Luca had said earlier that day.

At first, she refused to believe that she was sick, assuming it was just a scare tactic Luca used to drive her away.

As the effects of the medication wore off in the night, the discomfort grew exponentially, forcing Hera to confront the truth.

Struggling to her feet, she staggered toward the trash can, hoping to retrieve the medicine she had tossed earlier. To her dismay, the trash had already been emptied.

Hera closed her eyes helplessly.

Without the medication, she would have to go to Luca for help.

As soon as she stepped out of her room, dizziness overwhelmed her. Before she could take another step, she collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

The next morning.

Luca was still in bed when a knock sounded at her door. "Ms. Craw, are you awake?"

Luca opened her eyes. Without Luke by her side, it had taken her a long time to fall asleep.

Reaching for her phone, she checked the time. It was still early.

"Whatever it is, let's talk about it later." Luca rolled over, intending to get a few more minutes of rest.

From outside, Gerald's voice cut through. "Ms. Craw, don't go back to sleep! Ms. Sanchez passed out in the hallway. You'd better come take a look."

Luca's eyes snapped open. Hera passed out?

Forgetting her grogginess, she quickly changed into a fresh set of clothes and hurried out of the room. "What

happened?

"I'm not entirely sure. The patrol found her unconscious in the hallway earlier and brought her back to her room. But she's burning up, like she has a fever," explained Gerald as he followed closely beside her.

Luca picked up her pace, entering Hera's room to find a man standing by the bed.

He was likely the one who had carried her back.

Approaching the bed, Luca placed a hand on Hera's forehead. It was scalding.

"She's running a fever." Luca frowned. Then, she lightly pressed her fingers against Hera's pulse. "It's worse than

thought."

"What's wrong, Ms. Craw?" Gerald noticed her expression and asked with concern.