Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 3377 Composed Even When A Beautiful Woman Throws Herself At Him

A flash of disgust flickered in Luke's eyes. He was completely fed up with Hera's relentless pestering.

"If you have something to say, just say it here." Unlike other men, he did not address her politely as 'Ms. Sanchez'.

His tone was so indifferent, and he did not even bother to call her by name.

Hera's smile did not falter. She thought he was only acting this distance because there were so many people around, and he could not openly show his affection for her.

Hera replied in a soft voice, "It's something important, and they won't be able to help. Come with me."

Luke frowned and remained motionless.

People around them grew envious.

Even if Luke did not actually have a romantic interest in her, just helping Hera would be enough to earn points in their boss' eyes. Their jealousy turned into playful teasing.

"The boss' girlfriend's asking for help. Just go already. What's with the cold act? It's no fun," teased one of them. Others chimed in, "Yeah, seriously. Just go. Who are you trying to impress with that attitude?"

Luke's sharp gaze swept across the crowd. Instantly, those snickering shut their mouths. No one dared to say another word.

Hera slightly furrowed her brows when she saw his reaction. Why did this all feel so familiar?

He could effortlessly silence a crowd with just a glance.

Her thoughts drifted back to her teenage years. He seemed just like that man who had a domineering presence.

Previously, if a group of troublemakers caused chaos at the school gate, all it took was Luke stepping forward. His sheer presence was enough to intimidate anyone, no matter how many there were.

Hera's expression softened. It was as though she was transported back to high school, looking at the boy she was once in love with.

*Enough already. I really do have something important to discuss. Besides, didn't your boss tell you to listen to me? What's with this attitude now?" Hera frowned.

Luke realized that if he stayed here any longer, the situation would only escalate. Reluctantly, he followed Hera. She led him to a quiet corner of the garden.

There was no one else around. It was the perfect spot for a private conversation.

Hera turned to him. Her eyes were full of longing as she gazed at him intensely. "I really do need to talk to you." Luke's voice remained cold. "Then say what you need to say."

"There's no one here. Can't you be a little nicer to me?" Hera looked at him knowingly like she was telling him to cut the act and she knew how he felt.

Luke stared at her, baffled. Whether it was back then or now, when had he ever been nice to her?

*If you're done, I need to get back to training," replied Luke.

Hera bit her lip, then suddenly grabbed his arm.

Luke flinched as though he had been touched by something filthy. He quickly jerked his arm away and frowned in disgust. "What are you doing?"

"Why did you pull away from me?" Hera's heart stung with hurt. His rejection had wounded her deeply.

"You're the boss' woman." Luke used it as an explanation for his aversion.

"So what if I'm his woman? That doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it?" Hera was irritated. She regretted telling Gerald yesterday that she was Abel's girlfriend. She assumed Luke was keeping his distance because of that.

After all, Abel was terrifying when angry.

Although Hera did not fully understand what kind of organization it was, she had a rough idea. Everyone seemed to fear Abel, which was enough to convince her that he was truly dangerous. She was afraid of him too, after all.

However, when it came down to fear or money, the temptation of wealth won out.

*Sorry, I don't make friends. If that's what you're after, there's no need. If we're done here, I'm going back to training," replied Luke. Sure enough, Hera was interested in him, just as Luca had predicted.

In a place full of better-looking men, why had Hera latched onto him?

*Are you really this heartless?" Hera could not explain it, but being rejected by a man who did not like her felt strangely painful.

It was not like Luke was anything special to look at.

So why did it hurt so much?

Hera closed the distance between them again, persistent. "Honestly, I don't just want to be friends. You're very attractive to me, and you're exactly my type. How about this? You can come keep me company when Abel isn't around. How does that sound?"

She raised her hand and traced small circles on his chest. Hera was well aware that this move usually worked on men. She had used it enough times to know that no man could resist it.

Hera assumed that he would agree. He would not have to pay a cent and would gain a beautiful companion to satisfy his needs. What man would refuse that?

Hera lifted her hand and lightly traced his Adam's apple with her fingertip.

Luke's disgust deepened. He frowned and pushed her hand away. "Do you not understand plain English? I'm not interested in you. And..."

He paused for a moment, deciding it was better to be as blunt as possible. That way, she would not come looking for trouble again.

His gaze turned icy as he said, "With or without the boss in the picture, I wouldn't touch you. Stop deluding yourself. There are plenty of other men here. If the boss can't satisfy you and you need to act out, go find someone else. Leave me alone.

*Otherwise, even if I get punished, I'll make sure the boss knows what you've been up to."

Then, he turned around and walked away.

Hera stood there, feeling humiliated. She could not understand it. She prided herself on her charm, yet here was a man who had outright rejected her. He reminded her so much of her first love.

That boy had rejected her then.

Now, this man was doing the same.

Hera, humiliated and furious, shouted, "Stop!"

Luke had not planned to pay her any attention, but her next words made him pause.

"I know you weren't in your room last night. It wasn't even your turn to patrol. So where would a normal person go

in the middle of the night? If I tell Abel about this, what do you think he'll say?" threatened Hera.

A flash of cold fury flashed across Luke's eyes.

So, women really did understand each other.

Hera had carried out exactly what Luca had warned him about.

Luke turned around. His expression was cold and arrogant as he stared at the woman before him. She was so determined to destroy him simply because she could not have him. "Go ahead and say whatever you want. I don't care."

Hera's face turned red with rage, and she nearly choked on her breath. "Aren't you afraid?"

*If the boss finds out that you opened my door in the middle of the night, what do you think he'll say? Hera, if anyone should be scared, it's you. I wasn't in my room because I stepped out to use the restroom. But you, dressed in your nightdress, barged into a man's room at that hour. What's the matter? The boss can't satisfy you, so you had to sneak into other men's rooms at night?"

Then, Luke turned and walked toward the training grounds.

Hera stomped her foot in frustration. She spotted a tree near her and kicked it hard. The leaves rustled and fell to the ground as she shouted furiously, "Argh! He makes me so mad!"

Not far away, Gerald crouched in the corner, having overheard the entire conversation. He could not help but admire Luke.

Even with a beautiful woman practically throwing herself at him, he remained composed.

If it were any other man, they would have forgotten all about the boss and the rules. He would have taken her up on the offer without a second thought!