Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3452 Why They're Helping Her To Cover This Up

"I'm just making plans with a friend. No need to go into all that, right?" As Luca said, she lifted her gaze to meet

Shanks.

His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and in that split second of eye contact, she felt like she was being pulled in.

She suddenly felt like she had just exposed herself.

Awkwardly, she cleared her throat and said, "Mr. Shanks, I'll head downstairs to make lunch."

Shanks did not call her out on it, nor did he press further. He simply returned to his experiment.

Downstairs, Luca saw Abel sitting on the living room couch. Ignoring him was not an option. Luca greeted him

politely, "Mr. Abel."

Abel took a slow drag from his cigar, his blue eyes scanning her from head to toe. He was deep in thought.

He remained silent, seemingly deep in thought. His dark and brooding expression sent a

chill down Luca's spine. Without saying a word, she turned around and walked straight into the kitchen.

Gerald was already inside.

When he saw her, he mouthed, "You're here?"

Luca nodded.

He leaned in and asked in a hushed tone, "Ms. Craw, are you making lunch?"

"Yes." Luca took out the ingredients.

Gerald had ordered them through the grocery app.

"Is the boss still out there?" Gerald asked in a low voice. He was afraid Abel would overhear.

"He is," Luca replied in her usual tone, making no effort to be quiet.

She knew something Gerald did not.

People from the Island of Despair had exceptional hearing due to their specialized training.

Abel, in particular, could hear everything. The kitchen was not far from the living room, and with no

soundproofing, whispering would not help. If they made a sound, he would pick up on it.

"Keep your voice down." Gerald was worried that her voice was too loud and might draw Abel's attention.

Even though he had not done anything wrong, the memory of nearly dying back then still haunted him.

Whenever he saw Abel, he was like a mouse spotting a cat, wishing that he could turn invisible just so Abel

would not notice him.

If Abel did not notice him, he could do less work and, more importantly, stay out of danger. Luca simply smiled

without saying anything.

"So... are we making lunch for the boss too?" Gerald started toasting the bread.

After preparing meals for four people so many times, he had a good grasp of the portions. If Hera was eating, he

could prepare just the right amount. There would be no leftovers, and no one would go hungry either.

"Go ahead," replied Luca.

Abel probably would not eat anything she made, but it was better to have the meal ready. Otherwise, he would

just use it as an excuse to punish her.

"Okay." Gerald toasted the bread. As he was unsure how much Abel would eat, he made extra. It was better safe

than sorry.

Gerald rinsed the ingredients twice, placed them in the pot, and then started helping her with the meal prep.

Meanwhile, Abel sat on the couch, listening to the sounds from the kitchen. His gaze was dark and brooding.

His instincts had always been sharp. From the moment he arrived, something had felt off. Hera and Shanks....

The sound of footsteps on the stairs made him look up.

Hera reached the last step and froze when she saw Abel. Why was he still here? Regret flooded her instantly.

Hera had secrets to keep from Abel, and now that she was facing him, alarm bells blared in her mind. She was

worried Abel would see through her and make her cough up everything she had gained.

"Why are you just standing there like an idiot?" Abel's displeasure was obvious.

Was the woman who once clung to him endlessly no longer interested in him after her

material desires were fulfilled? Or was she hiding something?

Hera's heart clenched, but she forced a smile as she sauntered over. "I thought you had left. I'm just surprised to

see you still here."

She sauntered over to him with a sultry grace, sinking onto the seat beside him.

Abel pulled her into his arms with a firm, possessive grip.

"Are you keeping something from me?" He pinched her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

Hera blinked her eyes. Panic was swirling inside her, but she forced herself to stay calm. Years of experience in

playing this gkicked in. She denied it, saying, "What could | possibly be hiding from you?"

Abel's sharp eyes locked on hers.

Hera held his gaze, noticing the suspicion in them.

She leaned into Abel's chest under the pretense of closeness and listened to the steady, powerful rhythm of his

heartbeat. However, instead of comfort, a sense of unease settled in

her heart.

When he did not respond, Hera suddenly thought of the black card and said, "Oh, right. You forgot your card

upstairs. I'll go get it for you."

"No need." Abel caught her hand before she could move.

Hera pretended to look confused as she stared at him. "What's wrong?"

"Just keep it. Buy whatever you want," replied Abel. She would not have much more tleft

to spend his money anyway.

He had plenty of it, so he could let her burn through as much as she wanted. That money? It was the price he

was paying for her remaining years.

She would have no future left when she lost her eyes and kneecaps.

"Really?" Hera's heart leaped with joy, but when her eyes met his again, guilt crept in.

Abel liked healthy women, and she was not healthy anymore.

If she spent too much and he found out about her deception... If he ever demanded that she return everything,

she would not have nearly enough to pay it back.

The sound of movement in the kitchen caught her attention, and for a moment, she wished she could escape

there. However, if she did, it would look suspicious. She and Luca had never gotten along. If she suddenly went

to help, Abel would definitely be suspicious.

Hera was torn. On one hand, she had a golden opportunity to spend as much as she wanted. However, if her lies

were uncovered, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Abel's large hand gently brushed against the area near her eyes.

Hera obediently closed her eyes, allowing him to touch her as he pleased. His palm lightly covered her eyelids,

and her body trembled slightly. He had always liked touching her eyes. It was something she had grown used to.

However, for sreason, what once felt familiar now sent chills down her spine. There was something eerie in

the way he caressed her. It was almost sinister. She could not stop the slight shudder that ran through her body.

Now that she had her eyes closed, she was free from his penetrating gaze. Her mind whirred

at full speed.

If she kept hiding the truth, she could still milk this for all it was worth.

If she sold all her designer bags and clothes, she would not lose out. Scould even be

rented out for extra income.

With these luxury items as investments, she would not have to work in the future and could

still make decent money.

Besides, Shanks had promised to keep her secret. He would not tell Abel.

Hera had no idea why they were helping her to cover this up, but as long as it was not

hurting her, there was nothing to worry about.

The most important thing was that her looks were her meal ticket. Abel was still interested in her at the moment,

and there would always be other wealthy men. However, as she aged, no matter how well she maintained

herself, twould leave its mark.

When that day came, her beauty would no longer be worth much, and with her reputation in the circle, it was

unlikely that any respectable young heir would want to marry her. At the thought of this, Hera had no idea how

long Abel's interest in her would last. Hence, she made her decision. She had to make the most of it and take as

much as she could while

she still could! With that decision made, the weight on her shoulders vanished.

Hera no longer felt guilty.

"Baby," she cooed as she wrapped her delicate hand around Abel's strong arm.