Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 2010

She was wounded, yet she was still preparing breakfast in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

It was no wonder no one noticed her injuries prior. He wondered what she had gone through in the past three years to become the tough woman that she was now.

Her wound was inflamed, but she was able to get out of bed and make breakfast after only one day of treatment. It was normal to assume that her wound was not a serious one based on how she acted.

However, he had seen her wound the day prior. Although there were sutures, the doctor said that her wound ran deep and bone was exposed.

"It's just a minor injury. I feel better after a night's rest," Luca turned around and said. That was the only way she could face his concerned tone.

Luke noted her calmness. He could not do anything. The height of the table was beyond his reach.

"Mr. Doyle will bring you breakfast later." He looked at her running around and felt helpless when he noticed that it did not seem like she intended to stop.

He could not do anything to her anyway.

"I'll fry the eggs." Luca finished speaking and put the fried eggs on the plate. She then poured more eggs into the pan.

Seeing that she would not stop, Luke just sat in the wheelchair and watched her work.

Luca felt a pair of eyes watching, so after she fried the eggs, she did not continue to prepare other dishes.

After she put the eggs on the table, Luca remembered that there was milk in the refrigerator. She thought of getting some milk out to warm it up. Right as she stood up, Luke asked, "What are you doing?"

It was clear from his tone that he was dissatisfied. She could only satisfy him by staying put.

"I’m thinking of warming up some milk," Luca explained.

"Where's the milk?" Luke asked.

"In the fridge."

"I'll go, you sit." Luke steered his wheelchair to the kitchen.

Luca hurriedly followed behind him. "Mr. Crawford, the microwave is high up..."

Luke could not reach it in his wheelchair.

Luke's expression was stern as he understood what she meant. He could still stand up. It would just take some tries.

His injury came at the right time, and at the same time, it was not the right time.

Luca was still faster than he was. She took the milk out of the refrigerator, poured it into a reheatable bowl, put it in the microwave, and set the time.

Luke saw how she was moving and frowned. ‘This woman doesn't know how to cherish her body at all!’

The microwave made a ding, and Luca took out the warm milk.

"Isn't it hot?" Luke wanted to push her onto the bed just to keep her from moving around.

"It's not hot, it's just warm." Luca walked out of the kitchen with the warm milk and put it on the dining table.

Just as she put it down, the doorbell of the suite rang.

"It should be Mr. Doyle." Luca was about to open the door when she heard Luke say, "Sit down. I'll open the door."

Luca had to stay in the chair.

Luke controlled his wheelchair and went to open the door for Jason.

"Boss, I bought breakfast," Jason said while carrying several bags with both hands.