Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 7

Bianca left.

Luke suddenly put down the blueprint he had been holding. He stood up and left his workstation, walking toward his wine cabinet instead. There, he took out a glass and filled half of it with wine, draining the whole thing with a frown.

This cursed lust!

It was already quite late when Bianca left the company, but thankfully there was one last subway to take her home.

Once she reached home, the first thing she did was reply to Jean’s messages on WeChat.

After that, she pulled out her luggage and started to organize the things she needed for her trip tomorrow.

Just then, her phone rang.

The caller ID said it was Jean.

“Aren’t you asleep yet? I thought I told you to rest early instead of calling me,” Bianca said in concern when she picked up.

“I’m not done with work yet, so I brought the stuff back to the hotel room to continue overtime.” Jean continued, asking her, “I saw your text earlier. Why are you going outstation too? Who will you be going with?”

“I don’t really know who yet. I’ll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find out,” Bianca replied.

“If there are men going with you, remember to stay away from them,” Jean reminded her. “After all, we just started working, so you don’t know them well enough yet.”

“Alright, I got it,” Bianca said. Immediately after that, she suddenly heard a hammering sound on the other end. It sounded like someone knocking on the door.

No, rather than knocking, it sounded more like someone trying to beat the door down!

“What’s the matter?” Bianca asked nervously.

“N-Nothing.” Jean was stuttering all of a sudden, but then he said quickly, “Talk to you later? I’ll check on what’s happening outside and then report back to you.”

He hung up before Bianca could tell him to be careful out there.

She lowered her head to look at her luggage and then at the phone she was holding, its screen dimming after the call ended. Bianca was worried now, concerned that Jean would encounter trouble out there too, with unfamiliar people in unfamiliar places.

Nothing happened that night.

The next day.

Bianca received a call from her colleague first thing in the morning.

She waited for her colleague outside her compound, her weariness showing on her face. She had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning last night, waiting for Jean’s call to assure her everything was fine, but he never called.

She tried calling him, but his phone was switched off.

More than ten minutes later, a black Bentley stopped in front of her. A man and a woman got out of it.

They introduced themselves and got to know each other.

The three of them then got into the car again.

It took seven hours by car to get to the city they were assigned to. Since they would need a car there, the higher-ups had arranged for a male colleague to drive one of the company’s Bentleys over there, for convenience’s sake.

Bianca chatted with her colleagues along the way. They got along quite well, laughing and joking with each other.

It was afternoon by the time they reached H City.

When they checked into the hotel, her female colleague Sue told Bianca, “Let’s go back to our respective rooms first and get changed, get some rest. We’ll be in contact again when it’s time for dinner.”

“Sure,” Bianca said with a nod.

Bianca brought her medium-sized luggage upstairs and went into her room. She took a shower and changed into her nightclothes before taking out the clothes she needed for work, ironing them carefully.

Once done, she hung the clothes up in advance.

Having completed all her preparations, she glanced at the time. It was already four o’clock exactly.

Jean had not called her even once since last night until now. He had not even sent her a single message.

Now that she finally had time, she gave Jean a call.

His phone was finally on this time.

However, the dial tone went on for a while without anyone picking up.

Bianca was even more worried now, so she called him again. This time, her call was outright rejected.

“Sorry, I’m busy right now and I can’t pick up. Will call you when I’m free.” Soon, she received a text from Jean on WeChat.