Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle



Chapter 3453 Gouge Out Her Eyes

Abel's hand paused for a moment before he continued stroking her eyelids.

"What's wrong?" His voice was eerily low, carrying a chilling edge.

Hera could not see his expression, but just the sound of his voice was enough to send shivers down her spine.

"Thank you." Hera forced herself to smile, summoning what little courage she had.

"No need for thanks. Just be good from now on." Abel's fingers continued their slow, deliberate caress. It was like he was handling a priceless treasure.

Hera remained still, letting him touch her without protest. More than anything, she did not dare to speak.

She was terrified that if she broke the moment and interrupted whatever was going through his mind, he would be displeased.

At that moment, Luca brought the food to the table and asked, "Mr. Abel, Ms. Sanchez, lunch is ready. Would you prefer to eat here or in your room?"

"I'll go with whatever my baby wants." Hera smiled sweetly, masking her fear behind a bright smile. For some reason, she had this horrifying feeling that Abel might gouge out her eyes at any moment. "Babe, will you be staying for lunch?"

Abel had never been particularly interested in Luca's cooking. He was just about to refuse when a rich, savory aroma drifted through the air. He hesitated for a second before saying, " I'll eat here."

"Then we'll eat here," Hera quickly agreed.

Luca glanced at Hera's hands and noticed a faint tremor. She gave a slight nod and said, " Alright. Let's eat."

Hera still did not dare to move.

Only when Abel finally lifted his hand away from her face did she slowly open her eyes. For a moment, it felt as though she was seeing the world anew.

She had genuinely thought he was about to dig her eyes out...

Hera let out a quiet sigh of relief, quickly stood up, and took his hand. "Come on. Let's go eat in the dining room."

"Okay," replied Abel.

With that, they headed toward the dining area.

Luca turned to Gerald and said, "Call Mr. Shanks for lunch."

"Alright." Gerald nodded and went upstairs. Not long after, he returned. "Ms. Craw, Mr. Shanks said he's busy and won't be coming down. Should I bring a plate up for him?"

Luca glanced at Abel, guessing that Shanks was deliberately avoiding him by staying in his

room.

She nodded. "Okay, just bring him some food."

Gerald quickly got to work.

Meanwhile, Luca served some dishes for herself and Gerald, then turned to Abel and Hera." Mr. Abel, Ms. Sanchez, we'll be eating in the kitchen. Please take your time and enjoy your meal."

Then, she carried her plate into the kitchen. When she returned to serve the chowder, she caught Hera shooting her a subtle glance.

She immediately understood what that look meant.

Hera was feeling guilty. It was only natural she did not want to have lunch with Abel.

However, Luca did not want to either.noveldrama

Hera watched helplessly as Luca completely ignored her silent plea and walked straight into the kitchen, leaving her alone with Abel.

She forced an awkward smile.

"Babe, as much as I hate to admit it, Luca's cooking is actually really good. You should try it." Hera reached out to serve Abel some food.

Abel picked up a chunk of meat and tasted it. He had to admit that it was quite good.

Still, he remarked in a slow, deliberate tone, "This is the first time I've heard you praise Luca."

Hera's smile stiffened. "Oh, come on! That wasn't a compliment."

She added quickly, "Sure, I don't get along with her, but I'm a reasonable person. I'm not going to lie just for the sake of it. Her cooking is good, don't you think?"

Abel nodded. "It is."

Hera let out a faint smile, but inside, she was panicking. She actually just complimented Luca in front of Abel. She needed to be more careful in the future and avoid mentioning Luca too much around him.

Perhaps she should even give Luca a heads-up and let her know not to take anything personally.

After all, any time she spoke against Luca in front of Abel, it was just an act. It was a way to keep herself safe.

Pushing the thought aside, Hera took a bite of her food.

Just then, Abel's phone rang.

"Hello?" Abel answered the call.

Hera had no idea what the person on the other end was saying.

Abel's expression grew serious. A moment later, he stood up. After ending the call, he said, " Finish your lunch. I have something to take care of."

"Babe, what's so urgent? At least have a few more bites before you go," Hera cooed sweetly.

Abel ignored her and left without another word.

Hera watched him leave from behind and finally let out a sigh of relief. When she was first brought here, she had been furious about being left in this place. Now, she almost hoped he would forget about her entirely.

Here, she had freedom. She did not have to serve Abel, and she still had access to his money. It was the best of both worlds for her.

On top of that, she was sick. Shanks had not explicitly told her, but she understood that she could not afford to mess around anymore. Every reckless indulgence was just another strain

on her body.

Eating alone felt dull, so she wandered over to the kitchen doorway.

When she saw Luca and Gerald sitting on small stools, eating quietly, she was speechless. They had deliberately avoided sitting at the dining table, showing Abel absolute respect on the surface. In reality, though, they had just thrown her straight into the fire. Gerald noticed Hera standing at the kitchen doorway. He could not help but smile and ask, " Ms. Sanchez, do you need more food? I can get you another serving."

Then, he realized that Hera was not even holding a plate.

Gerald was puzzled.

Hera glanced at him and replied, "Abel left. You two can eat at the table now."

Gerald immediately stood up. "Got it."

Without waiting for Luca's response, he grabbed the plates and carried them out.

Luca had no choice but to follow him.

As he placed the plates of food on the dining table, Gerald curiously asked, "Where did the

boss go?"

Hera, now back in her seat, replied, "I don't know. He got a phone call. It seemed like something urgent, so he left immediately."

Gerald set aside Abel's barely touched plate of food and sighed. "Tsk, what a waste."

Luca remained silent, quietly finishing her meal. After lunch, she stepped out onto the

balcony and called Vivian.

She was not sure about Vivian's situation and wanted to get some updates in advance. However, no matter how many times she dialed, the call would not go through.

Luca frowned and tried contacting Ray instead. This time, her phone buzzed with a message less than 30 seconds later. He told her that he was busy and could not take calls at the

moment.

Luca did not push further and simply replied with a short acknowledgment.

After that, she made her way to the room where the volunteer was staying. He was having lunch. His meals were delivered daily by his family.

They could only drop them off at the door. Someone inside the house would then bring the

food to him.

At first, his family was worried about him and wanted to visit in person. After his condition improved, he started doing video calls with them, which helped put their minds at ease.

"Oh, Ms. Craw, you're here?" Sensing her presence, the volunteer paused for a moment and set down his spoon.

"Yes. Having lunch?" Luca glanced at the IV drip. There was still quite a bit left.