Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109 Two Years Later

Two years later, on the Island of Despair.

Bianca hurried back to her room as soon as she was done with training.

After Nyla was weaned, Abel took her away and stipulated that Bianca could only see Nyla one night per week.

She was finally able to see Nyla after a long week of waiting.

Eler and Amur followed behind her with the sfast pace. When they were about to reach the entrance, Amur took out a small wooden windmill from his pocket and said, "Miss, I made this for Nyla..."

Bianca looked at the windmill, smiled, and said, "Amur, thank you."

In the past two years, Eler and Amur had been by her side. The three of them were training together as well. They had made great progress compared to when they first met.

"Miss, you're welcome." Amur touched the back of his head shyly. "Nyla is adorable, and we all love her."

Bianca smiled slightly.

When she pushed the door open, she saw Nyla sitting on her bed waiting for her. Her heart melted. "Nyla!"

A bright smile appeared on Nyla’s face when she heard Bianca calling out to her. She stood up awkwardly and spread open her hands to ask for a hug. She said in Russian, "Mom! Nyla misses you

so much."

Bianca immediately walked over and hugged her. "Mom misses you too."

Although she was not allowed to spend much twith Nyla, blood was thicker than water. They were as close as can be every tthey met.

"Mom!" Nyla hugged her neck and said, "You lied to me, you said you would cand visit me."

Bianca forced a smile. Every tAbel's man wanted to take Nyla away, she would be unwilling to go and start crying. Due to Bianca's distress, she would coax Nyla by promising that she would visit her soon enough.

In reality, except for the one day a week, Abel would never give her the chance to visit Nyla.

"Nyla, I'm sorry, I've been busy. Look, what is this?" Bianca handed her the windmill made by Amur.

"It's a windmill!" Nyla said in surprise.

Children could never resist toys, especially in a place like the Island of Despair, where there were no children's toys. Amur was the one who made toys for Nyla.

"Uncle Amur made it for you, what should you say?" Bianca turned around while holding Nyla, looking at Eler and Amur who stood at the entrance.

"Thank you, Uncle Amur. Thank you, Aunt Eler." Nyla was very polite.

Bianca put Nyla on the bed and watched her play with the windmill happily. She was deeply moved.

Before Abel took Nyla away, she was worried that Abel would harm her and set a bad example for her.

Fortunately, Nyla grew up kind and loving.

Nyla reminded Bianca of Tommy when he was a baby. Bianca felt even more bitter at the thought of her three kids.

She heard that the woman had successfully gained Luke's trust and was now living with Luke while assuming her identity.

'How are they doing?’

Every tBianca thought about it, her heart would ache.

"Mom!” Nyla played with the windmill for a while before calling out to her again.

Bianca snapped out of her thoughts and looked at her daughter with a smile. "Baby, what's the matter?" "Mom, when can we go up?" Nyla pointed to the ceiling. She had inherited Luke's intelligence. After overhearing Abel and his subordinates' conversation, she knew that they lived in a place that was different from other places.

Bianca was stunned. She sat on the bed and touched Nyla’s head as she said, "Nyla, do you want to go up?" "Yeah!" Nyla nodded.

Bianca smiled. 'TH do my best to bring you up."

She was determined to leave the Island of Despair with Nyla and get out of Abel's control.

"Okay, Mom!" Nyla smiled sweetly and continued playing with her toy. She said, ’Shanks said that the scenery up there is beautiful!"

Bianca corrected her, "It’s Uncle Shanks!" "Mom, Shanks is so good-looking. He’s not an uncle!" The little girl insisted.

Bianca shook her head helplessly. She was not sure what Abel and Shanks had told Nyla that she now insisted Shanks was a good person.

Nyla was young but very stubborn. Once her mind was set, there was no changing it.

A mercenary walked in and said in a loud voice, "Bianca, the boss is looking for you."

Bianca was stunned and replied with a stern expression, "Today is the day I can spend twith my child. What does he want?"

The mercenary said impatiently, "How do I know? All I know is that you need to go see him as soon as possible.”

Bianca did not want to go.

Seeing that she had no intention to move, the mercenary urged her. "The boss has the final say on this island. Bianca, are you going to disobey his orders?"

Bianca was no longer the person she was when she first stepped onto the island, but she was still not strong enough to stand against Abel.

She had no choice but to stand up. She said to Eler, "Take care of Nyla." "Okay, Miss." Eler nodded.

Nyla tugged on her clothes and asked, "Mom, where are you going?" "I'll be back in the blink of an eye. Aunt Eler will play with you, okay?" Bianca turned her head and said softly to her.

Nyla looked at her and eventually nodded.

Bianca followed the mercenary to Abel's room.

The room was filled with smoke, causing Bianca to frown in disgust as she fanned the smoke before her eyes.

The mercenary said, "Boss, she’s here." "Okay, you're dismissed." Abel turned his chair around and looked at Bianca while holding a cigar in his hand.

The mercenary nodded and left.

Bianca looked at him and asked, "What do you want?" "You’ve been on the Island of Despair for almost three years. Over the past three years, you've learned a lot. It's time." Abel put out the cigar in his hand, stood up, and walked toward her.

Bianca looked at the man who was more than one head taller than herself and stepped back to keep a distance from him. "What do you want to do?" "What do you think?" Abel asked with a wry smile on his face. Three years was his limit. He had trained Bianca well over the past three years. Now, it was time to put her to use.

"If you don't tell me, how would I know?’ Bianca replied disdainfully. She was different from the others on this island. Others treated him with respect, but she often dismissed him.

Abel said, "In the past three years, your temper hasn't changed. You're not too shabby."

Bianca looked at him in disgust.

Abel smoked a lot of cigarettes. Whenever he spoke, she could smell the smoke coming out of his mouth.

She hated the smell.

Abel turned around, took out a bottle from the cabinet, and handed it to her. "Drink it." "What's this?" Bianca was not stupid enough to obey his orders blindly.