Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle
Chapter 3408 If He Were A Woman, He'd Be Utterly Captivated

Chapter 3408 If He Were A Woman, He'd Be Utterly Captivated

Gordan was puzzled. At most, it was just brotherly camaraderie. After all, they had been through thick and thin together. Their bond might be stronger than usual, but falling in love? That was a bit of a stretch.

Luke said, "The way you acted just now, doesn't really seem 'straight' to me. Also, if you're into women, maybe you should consider finding one. Otherwise, if you're always single, people might start misinterpreting your feelings for me."

"Luke, actually, you're not bad at all. In fact, you're probably better than a lot of women," Gordan replied with a sly grin.

As a man himself, he honestly thought Luke was a great guy.

If he were a woman, he would be utterly captivated by him.

"Shut up!" Luke knew he was joking, but he still felt a chill run down his spine.

He seriously worried that Gordan might do something inappropriate when he turned his back on him.

Shivering from the thought, Luke put down his glass and headed upstairs.

Gordan let out a deep sigh.

The night was as cold as water, lonely and dull.

He set his glass aside and picked up the half bottle of liquor, sipping it slowly.

For some reason, his mind wandered back to Vivian.

"Damn it!" Gordan muttered helplessly, trying to numb himself with alcohol.

Luca was at the small villa and leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed. When she heard noises from outside, she opened her eyes, glanced at her phone, and checked the time.

It was already morning.

The medical van was sealed off, and the air inside was circulated by the air conditioning system. If she did not check the time, it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

She sat up straight and checked the monitoring equipment.

All the readings were normal.

Her hand rested on the volunteer's pulse.

It was also normal.

"Wake up," Luca called to him.

The volunteer slowly regained consciousness. He woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, feeling a sharp pain at the incision site that kept him from sleeping. Luca had given him a painkiller.

Under its effect, he managed to sleep soundly for the rest of the night.

"Ms. Craw, thank you for all your hard work," said the volunteer.

Even though he did not fully understand the environment inside the medical van, he knew it was small, with just a surgical bed.

Luca had stayed up all night watching over him, and he appreciated it.

"No need to mention it. How do you feel now?" asked Luca.

"I feel much better, and there's no pain like yesterday. You really are a miracle worker," marveled the volunteer. The swelling and discomfort he felt yesterday had completely disappeared, and now he felt great overall.

Luca smiled. The title of miracle worker had nothing to do with her. It was all Shanks' work.

"Alright, I'll have you move upstairs soon. Lie down for now, I'll go find someone," replied Luca.

She left the medical van to confirm with Shanks about moving the man back to his room. Once that was settled, she had Gerald gather a few people to help carry the stretcher and transfer him.

Then, it was a series of injections and medications.

After finishing everything, it was already noon.

Luca checked the time and asked Shanks for the afternoon off. "Mr. Shanks, may I take the afternoon off? I have something to attend to."

She did not specify what the matter was, and she knew Shanks would not pry. He would either approve or not.

Shanks pondered for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but you'll need to have Gerald keep an eye on the infusion and medication."

"Okay," replied Luca. After leaving the lab, she found Gerald.

He was practicing boxing.

Luca could tell right away that this set of punches was something Luke had taught him.

All boxing techniques were the same, but each person's style was different.

Luca, being so familiar with Luke, could instantly tell from the way Gerald was punching that it was his style.

"Gerald," Luca called out.

Gerald stopped and excitedly asked, "Ms. Craw, how's my boxing? It's a set that Lucius taught me."

"Not bad," replied Luca, not wanting to focus on the boxing topic. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"What is it?" Gerald beamed with pride, happy to be complimented.

"I'll be stepping out for a while this afternoon. Can you keep an eye on the volunteer? Make sure the infusions stay up, and when it's time, just replace them," explained Luca.

"Got it. No problem, I've been trained for this." While Gerald was not a medical expert, he had long been taught how to handle infusions.

"Thanks." Luca was worried he might refuse, but he agreed without hesitation.

"Not a big deal. By the way, Ms. Craw, why are you suddenly stepping out?" Gerald asked with a hint of cunning in his tone. "Are you going on a date?"

"What nonsense." Luca purposely pulled a serious face.

"Is that not it? Are you going to meet Lucius at one of the hideouts?" Gerald asked again.

"I don't know, and if you keep talking, I'll sew your mouth shut with a needle." Luca walked into the kitchen.

Even though she was heading to find Luke later, she planned to have lunch first.

Gerald saw her enter the kitchen. He knew he would not be having instant noodles for lunch and cheerfully resumed his boxing practice.

Meanwhile, Luca's plans to leave the small villa in the afternoon were overheard by Hera, who had been standing around the corner.

She also heard Gerald's question about whether Luca was going to meet Lucius.

Although Luca denied it, Hera could not shake the feeling that Luca was indeed headed to meet Lucius. At the thought of this, she quickly walked up to Gerald.

Gerald did not notice her approach and threw a punch, narrowly missing Hera's face.

"Ah!" Hera screamed. She was startled as she had approached from behind and had not

expected his punch to swing directly in front of her.

Gerald quickly pulled back. His back broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, his reflexes were fast, and he stopped the punch in time. If he had not, things could have gotten ugly.

"Ms. Sanchez, how did you sneak up on me?" Gerald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Gerald could not help but imagine what would have happened if he had accidentally hit Hera.

With her spoiled attitude, he would definitely be in trouble.

"What, is this your house now? Am I not allowed to leave?" Hera started behaving indulgently, making Gerald quickly shake his head in denial.

"No, no, it's just that I wasn't paying attention. If I hurt you, I'd be the one in trouble,"

explained Gerald.

"Then why are you practicing your boxing in the living room? You have a training space, but you insist on practicing here where people come and go. Do you want everyone to accommodate you? What kind of attitude is that?" Hera shot back.

"Right, right. My mistake," muttered Gerald, accepting the scolding.

However, anyone with common sense would know that when someone was practicing, they

typically avoided walking behind them to prevent accidents.

Was Hera not asking for trouble? Gerald felt a bit resentful and even annoyed but dared not to say anything.

As for why he did not head to the training ground to practice his punches, it was because

those men would just mock him as a weakling.

If he showed up, they would inevitably challenge him.

They were hell-bent on taking him down.

Gerald was not the type to enjoy being beaten up, so of course, he avoided it. Plus, constantly

getting beaten made it impossible for him to practice the moves Lucius had taught him

properly.

Moreover, although he had learned some martial arts from Lucius, he was still a beginner. His strength and skills were lacking, and in his current state, he was too weak to stand a chance against those men.