Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3389 Things Will Only Get Worse Later

Luke had never taken the medicine that could speed up healing, so his recovery was nowhere near as fast as the others from the Island of Despair.

Luca did not respond to Gerald's comment. Her gaze fixed on him with intensity.

"No stitches," said Luke, "I trust you."

Luca bit her lower lip.

"But if you don't stitch it, it might tear open," insisted Gerald, staring at Luke's wounds.

Luke glanced at his injuries and shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, as though the wounds had nothing to do with Luca.

"Stitches will leave scars."

"Are you afraid of scars? What kind of man doesn't have a few scars on him? Scars are a symbol of manhood," teased Gerald with a playful tone, "Scars show you're reliable, that you can protect a woman."

Luke gave him a look as though he were an idiot, then his gaze shifted to Luca. "I don't want too many scars. I'm worried my future wife might dislike them."

Luca's heart sank at his words, but his lighthearted remark eased her sadness.

Despite the severity of his injuries, he was still trying to comfort her.

She felt helpless, unable to say or do anything to change his mind.

Gerald, oblivious to the undercurrent of emotion, continued to argue, "Scars show you're dependable. Your future wife will admire and worship you for it... but..."

He paused for a moment and his expression was suddenly strange. "Can any of us really get married? I've never heard of anyone in the organization getting married!"

Luca did not respond to Gerald.

Luke had made up his mind not to get stitches, and Luca knew there was no point in arguing further. She picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and carefully began cleaning his wounds. "This might hurt a bit, bear with it." "Okay."

Luke lowered his eyes, watching her delicate movements with tendemess.

After she carefully disinfected each gruesome wound, she sprinkled healing powder on them, and then layered them with gauze. Finally, she administered a tetanus shot to prevent infection.

By the time she was done, a fine sheen of sweat covered her forehead.

She let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't let the wounds get wet for the next few days. Avoid strenuous activity that makes you sweat. Otherwise, they might get infected," Luca reminded him, worried that he would not follow her instructions.

"Got it." Luke's gaze softened as he looked at her.

Luca, feeling the warmth in his eyes, glanced over at Gerald, then handed him the remaining gauze and powder." Here, take these."

"Huh?" Gerald looked confused as he took what she handed him. "Why are you giving this to me?"

"I'll be at the hospital taking care of Hera, so you'll need to change his bandages," explained Luca. She did not feel comfortable leaving it to anyone else.

Gerald, although he did not seem ideal, was the only one she trusted enough to leave the task with.

"Oh, I see." Gerald understood now. "Sure, it's easy enough. Just disinfect, apply the powder, and wrap it with gauze."

Luca nodded, then turned back to Luke. After she pondered for a moment, she added, "If you want the wounds to heal faster, don't eat anything that's too stimulating, and avoid spicy food and alcohol."

"Got it." Luke listened to her instructions with a warmth in his eyes that made it feel as though no hardship had ever come between them, and their life together was as happy as it had ever been.

Luca still could not shake off her worry. After all, she would not be able to keep an eye on Luke these next few days, so she tumed her gaze to Gerald.

Gerald, sensing her unease, immediately understood what she meant. He flashed a teasing smile. "Don't worry, Ms. Craw. I'll take good care of him. You don't have to worry about his recovery either. We've all taken the medicine, and you know how beneficial it is for the body. Don't worry, he'll recover quickly."

"Thank you for helping," replied Luca as she glanced at the time. "I'll go pack a few things and head to the hospital. If anything comes up, just give me a call."

Shanks had not contacted her yet.

So Luca knew her trip to the hospital could not be avoided.

She quickly went upstairs to gather her clothes before hurrying to the hospital.

After asking for the room number, she walked straight into the room where Hera was staying.

Hera was in a high-end single room.

After receiving medical treatment, she had already woken up and seemed to be in good spirits.

When she saw Luca walk in, she frowned in disgust. "What are you doing here?"

"Your boss asked me to come take care of you," answered Luca.

Hera's eyes flashed with disdain. "Can't your boss afford to hire a caretaker?"

Luca did not react to her tone. She opened the wardrobe and placed the change of clothes inside before speaking slowly. "Don't you understand what your boss means?"

"What?" Hera frowned. When she said this, it was completely vague and out of context, leaving Hera utterly confused.

Luca said, "You don't really need someone to take care of you. Your boss asked me to watch over you, secretly keeping an eye on you. He's worried you might run away."

She deliberately said it that way.

This was Luca's last attempt to give Hera a chance.

If Hera understood and was frightened enough to run, it would mean she was not completely doomed.

Even if nothing happened afterward, at least the danger would still be there.

Luca's gaze turned steady as she observed the woman sitting on the hospital bed.

Hera's expression darkened, then she frowned and said, "Are you trying to scare me? Don't want me to run? never thought about running!"

Luca gave a nonchalant smile. Considering their past as classmates, she had said more than she should have.

However, now it was clear that Hera was not even going to acknowledge it.

Since that was the case, Luca did not feel like saying anything more.

"Well, as long as Ms. Sanchez isn't planning on running, it's almost noon. What would you like to eat?" asked Luca.

Hera, seemingly intent on making a point, ordered a bunch of expensive food.

Luca nodded. "Alright, I'll go get it for you."

Hera paused for a moment. She did not argue with her?

Besides, the hospital did not even provide that kind of food. Where would she go to buy it?

Just as Hera was about to say something, Luca had already left the room.

She tried to get out of bed to stop Luca, but the moment she moved, a sharp pain shot through her body.

The doctor had applied medicine to her wounds today and warned her not to overexert herself.

It seemed like the doctor's warning was the same as Luca's.

Hera frowned, too afraid to move any further.

Fifteen minutes later, Luca walked back in with two takeout containers. After she set the table, she opened the

boxes.

Hera took one look and saw it was peanut butter oatmeal. She screamed, "Luca, what is this?! This isn't what I

asked for!"

"It's not," Luca replied honestly.

Hera glared at her. Her eyes burned with fury.

Luca continued, "Your current condition isn't suitable for the kind of food you wanted. If you eat it, things might

get worse. Of course, I'm here to take care of you. If you insist on eating it, I can give you a little, but don't blame me if it makes you feel worse."

Hera snorted in contempt, about to make a snarky remark, when she heard Luca add, "The hospital medication is

pretty harsh, right?"

Hera froze for a moment.

It was true. The hospital medicine was harsh, and after receiving the treatment, she had not dared to move around recklessly.

Luca continued, "Actually, I treated you yesterday too, but you didn't feel uncomfortable because the medicine I used wasn't as irritating as the hospital's, and it works even better. If you had taken the anti-inflammatory

medication properly, you wouldn't have ended up in the hospital.

"If you don't listen to me now, things will only get worse later."