Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 287

Chapter 287 Let Me Out, Luke

Luke's arm muscles tensed. He confirmed that the house was indeed Bianca's, then knocked on the window and said softly. "It's me, Bianca. Can you open the door? Or the window?"

Luke called out several times, but there was no response. He wondered if Bianca could hear him.

That made Luke nervous. Did something happen to Bianca?

He instantly lost his composure when he thought of that. Moving along the balcony, he arrived at the window of her bedroom. Fortunately, the window was not locked, and he quickly climbed into the room.

Instead of feeling the warm air from the heater, the temperature in the room was the same as outside. He shivered uncontrollably.

The room was dark and quiet, as though no one lived in the house. That made him feel more uneasy than ever. He quickly opened the bedroom door and went out to the living room!

Instantly, he saw Bianca curled up on the couch, only dressed in thin pajamas.

She seemed to be lost in her own world, not realizing Luke's intrusion.

Looking at how lonely she was, Luke was astonished.

He could not help but to walk toward her, crouch down, and hug her close in his arms. His hand touched his abnormally hot forehead, and all those harsh words he planned to say instantly turned into a gentle, helpless call." Bianca..."

Bianca's hollow gaze turned around. She was shocked when she saw that Luke was in her house, but her gaze turned cold and indifferent right after that.

She said angrily as she looked at him with unfocused eyes. "How did you get in here? Why are you here?"

Luke felt helpless when he saw Bianca behaving that way. "Why didn't you turn on the heater when it's so cold? Don't you know that you have a fever?

Why are you so childish?" "Go away. I don't need your care..." Bianca tried to struggle out of his arms. Not only was she delirious because of her fever, but she was also feeling resentful and angry.

Luke placed his palm on her red-hot forehead and cheeks and sighed.

He went to the bedroom and took out a down jacket, grabbed her struggling hands, and draped the jacket over her body. "Stop fooling around. You're sick. I'll take you to the hospital." "You don't have to care about me... who am I to you? Whatever happens to me is my own problem. There's nothing for you to worry about. Go away. I don't want to see you..." Bianca sobbed. Luke could tell from her voice that her nose was blocked.

On their way down the stairs, they bumped into Daisy, who had just gotten back from playing bridge with her friends.

She frowned hard when she saw the young and handsome man carry Bianca carefully in his arms.

After they walked past her, Daisy's expression scrunched up into a disdainful sneer. She wondered why that man would be so protective of that loose woman.

There was another reason why Daisy felt disdainful toward Bianca. Her daughter was about the same age as Bianca and was working in a major newspaper as a junior reporter. She might be a new worker, but Daisy felt that her daughter had a lot of potential.

That was why Daisy had boasted that her daughter was an outstanding woman when she talked to her friends. However, Daisy was worried about the fact that her daughter did not have a boyfriend yet.