Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 820

As Luke looked at Bianca curled up pathetically on the floor, the pain that came from within him was like a metal claw that tore his innards into shreds.

At that moment, his blood turned into ice, and every single last cell in his body hummed and buzzed.

Kassy's face turned as pale as a ghost when she saw Luke.

She understood that the delay had caused her to miss the only chance she could kill that woman and her children.

Luke slowly crouched down and hugged Bianca. "All of you… how dare you harm my wife and children!" His voice was cold, but one could sense the anger in it.

The biting chill and ferocious anger in his voice caused Kassy and the thugs to take one step back subconsciously.

Luke's people had surrounded them and pointed guns at their heads. They dared not make a sound.

As Luke glanced at them, they dared not meet his eyes.

The sharp-faced thug who had perverse thoughts about Bianca almost wet his pants.

His fingers slipped, and his gun fell on the floor. His lips trembled as he wanted to beg for mercy, but words failed him, and he fell on his knees with a thud.

Luke glared coldly at Kassy. She remained proud and smug, as though nothing around her bothered her. That was a stark contrast with Bianca.

'Kassy!'

It was the first time that Luke had looked at the woman who was pathologically obsessed with him.

She had tried to harm his beloved family, and she deserved to die!

Suddenly, Bianca fidgeted a little in Luke's hands, and she moaned as though she was in agony.

Luke hugged her tightly, and his hand carefully caressed her cool cheek. Tender kisses fell on her forehead and lips.

He promised her that he would protect her, but he had failed her yet again…

He remembered the time when he first saw her. She was like a flower bud, waiting to bloom brilliantly at the tip of a branch. She had caught his eye, even though she had yet to bloom. When she had transformed into a ripe peach, she was sweet and delicious, and every bite that Luke took had intoxicated him to the bone.

As far as he remembered, she was always beautiful and smiling, or coy and mischievous. He had never seen her curled up pathetically on the cold floor. Her delicate and petite face was painfully swollen, and there were still traces of blood oozing from her lips. There were messy lipstick marks on her neck, her clothes were disheveled, and she seemed like she could die at any time.

One could even hear a pin drop in the disused factory.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Luke's actions, seeing how he so tenderly cared for that "violated" woman of his, especially Kassy, who was overcome with burning jealousy.

Bianca, that b*tch, had been violated by other men, but why did he still love her and care for her as though she was a rare treasure?

Luke's gaze fell on his children.

His beloved children were lying on the floor, their bodies tense as though they were suffering from convulsions. He could tell that they had suffered greatly.

Fury flared in his eyes. How dare those people harm his most beloved!

Bang! Bang! Bang!