Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 12

The two cars left the renowned hotel and headed back to the hotel they were staying in.

Once they reached the hotel, Bianca got out of the car.

Sue soon followed suit.

At the hotel entrance, they saw Jason Doyle waiting, dressed in his smart suit and leather shoes.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Doyle.” Just like Sue and the others, Bianca greeted Jason as she went in.

Jason nodded at Bianca too, but his gaze changed when he looked at Bianca.

After Bianca walked into the hotel lobby, Jason was still frowning slightly as he looked inside.

Luke got out of the car and noticed that there was something off about Jason’s expression.

As usual, he turned his dark gaze directly at Jason. When Jason realized something amiss, he hurriedly turned around too, looking at his boss perfectly professionally.

Standing tall and straight, Luke strode into the hotel, his voice icy cold as he stated, “You were looking at her.”

He was addressing Jason, who was behind him.

Jason seemed to be deliberating if he should say certain things out loud. After a while, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself, saying, “No, I wasn’t.”

What a poor pretense!

Luke’s expression turned dark.

Just then, Jean got out of a cab and walked into the hotel, his laptop under one arm. When he saw his boss and Special Assistant Doyle standing in front of the elevator, he blinked. He had no choice but to greet them, though. “Hello, Mr. Doyle, Mr. Crawford, sir.”

Luke’s gaze was sharp as he looked at the newcomer.

“I’m a new employee with the design department, Jean Langdon.” Jean introduced himself and suitably added, “I won’t get in your way, Mr. Crawford, so I’ll go upstairs now.”

Luke’s expression did not change, but right here and now, his entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of frost that kept everyone away.

Once he returned to his room upstairs, Luke undid the exquisitely-designed buttons on his sleeves as he glanced at the two children. They had tired themselves out playing and were now fast asleep on the bed.

He then walked toward the bar in the suite and uncorked a bottle of red wine, pouring himself a glass.

Frowning, he downed the whole glass, the cool liquid flowing into this throat.

Not long later, the two children woke up.

The older brother was the first to wake up, brushing his teeth and washing his face. Once done, he obediently came back to the room and helped his sister pick out her princess dress.

“What’s up with Dad, Big Bro?” Rainie asked in a whisper.

Her brother shook his head. He did not know what was wrong with their father either, but he did know that “kids shouldn’t ask about adult things”.

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Downstairs.

Jean put his laptop bag down and gave Bianca a hug.

“What’s the matter?” Bianca was not used to the sudden hug.

The two of them had been officially dating for a year now, but they were rarely ever intimate.

Bianca had an aversion to physical touch, and Jean respected that, so he never overstepped his boundaries.

This time, though, Jean was acting all out of sorts.

“It’s nothing. I just missed you, so I wanted to hug you,” Jean said wearily.

Bianca did not reply.

That night, the two of them had dinner together.

After that, Jean suggested that they go shopping to buy a set of clothing to change into. He had been dragged out on a trip on very short notice, so he did not have anything to change into.

It was half-past nine at night by the time they bought everything they needed and returned to the hotel.

“I want a room, thanks.” Jean took out his ID and handed it to the receptionist.

Bianca was waiting for him at the side. She could not help but remember how the receptionist had said that there were no rooms available last night.

The receptionist searched through the database, and just as Bianca expected, she looked up and said, “Sorry, sir, but we don’t have any empty rooms right now.”

Jean frowned and thought it over before turning to look at Bianca.

The two of them went into the elevator and headed upstairs.

As they walked toward Bianca’s room, Jean said, “Can I stay in your room for the night? You can take the bed and I’ll take the couch.”