Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3390 Abel's Obsession Was With Her Eyes Luca's expression was serious, and Hera realized she was not just trying to scare her.

Ignoring her warnings had already caused her to suffer once.

Unwillingly, Hera sipped on the cereal. Her resentment was evident in every movement.

Luca noticed it was not difficult for her to handle. She quietly sat down and ate her own bowl of cereal. Hera did not have much of an appetite.

Hera took a couple of bites before growing bored. She glanced at Luca and asked, "How did you end up working for Abel?" Luca did not respond. She calmly blew on her cereal and ate in silence, showing no intention of engaging in conversation.

"I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?" snapped Hera.

Luca lifted her gaze briefly and replied, "You should finish your cereal before it gets cold." "I'm not even hungry." Hera really had no appetite and was not planning to eat the cereal.

"It's still better if you eat something. Otherwise, when hunger strikes later, don't expectto help you," said Luca, "I'm only here to make sure you don't try to run away. Anything else isn't my responsibility." Hera's eyes widened in disbelief. "Aren't you supposed to be here to take care of me?" "That's just what we're telling others. If you're so curious about the boss, why don't you ask him directly? If he really values you as much as you think, maybe he'll treat you like a proper boss's wife' and share everything with you." Finishing her cereal, Luca deliberately turned her focus away, clearly not intending to continue the conversation.

"If I ever becyour boss's wife, the first thing I'll do is fire you!" Despite the venom in her tone, deep down, Hera knew Abel did not truly care about her.

Now that she was in the hospital, he sent someone over. Whatever his reasons might be, it made it seem like he cared about her.

However, in reality...

Hera knew deep down that if Abel truly cared for her, he would be right here in the hospital room, staying by her side and taking care of her attentively.

Yet, he never came.

She was not foolish enough to actually hope for a marriage with Abel.

Hera knew better than anyone that money was the only thing she would truly gain from this relationship.

As for the things Luca said about watching her, Hera just thought she was jealous and did not take it to heart. Hera forced herself to drink a few more sips of cereal.

After that, Luca, bored after finishing her meal, turned her attention to the experimental data Rhett had sent her. She carefully dissected the critical figures and documented them meticulously, engrossed in her work for hours. It was not until nightfall that Abel finally appeared at the hospital room door.

Luca saw him and froze for a moment before realizing his intentions.

Abel always valued Hera, but the way he valued her was different from how they understood it.

He needed her body, specifically her eyes, to remain in good health to ensure the success of the transplant he had planned.

"Mr. Abel." Luca rose to her feet.

Abel narrowed his eyes slightly. He recalled Shanks' earlier request for her, and a trace of amusement flickered across his eyes.

It was evident that Luca meant a lot to Shanks.

However, Shanks himself did not seem to realize it yet.

Abel could not help but anticipate the moment when Shanks would finally understand.

When that tcame, who would Luca choose? Would she go for a wealthy and powerful man or one with exceptional medical skills? Abel was curious, but deep down, he already knew. Luca would not have a choice.

After all, Luke's fate was sealed, and most likely, so was hers.

Unless Shanks intervened to protect her, Abel would ensure that anyone connected to Luke would not remain alive in this world.

"Yes." Abel gave a curt nod before speaking indifferently, "I have something to discuss with Ms. Sanchez. Leave us." "Yes." Luca exited the room, closing the door behind her.

She did not want to listen to their whispered conversations.

After all, Hera was bound to be deceived in the end, so whatever Abel said was all lies.

Unless, of course, he said he wanted her eyes...

Inside the room.

Hera was overjoyed the moment Abel arrived.

However, as memories of what he had done to her resurfaced, she turned her face away and stopped looking at him.

His presence, however, was proof of his concern, or so she convinced herself.

Hera prided herself on her ability to deal with men. She decided to play hard to get, thinking she could tug at Abel's heartstrings.

Seeing her act distant, Abel handed over a gift box. "You've endured a lot these past few days." Hera cast a quick glance at the box.

She intended to ignore it, but her eyes widened when she recognized the brand. It was a luxury handbag box from her favorite designer. The cheapest bags from this brand cost over one hundred thousand dollars.

Abel was so generous that Hera's anger instantly faded. She turned to him with a look of feigned grievance and said, "Do you think a bag is enough to makefeel better?" "Open it," Abel said with confidence, knowing exactly how to manipulate her.

Curious, Hera opened the box.

Sitting atop the bag was a check. Her eyes lit up as she picked it up and saw the amount-half a million.

Setting the check aside, she then pulled out the handbag. It was a new season's release, priced at more than two hundred thousand dollars! "Fine, I'll forgive you this time." Seeing the seventy hundred thousand dollars in front of her, Hera could no longer keep up the pretense of being angry.

"You haven't even checked inside the bag," Abel added with a smirk.

"There's more?" Hera's voice rose in excitement.

She quickly opened the bag and found a thick stack of cash inside.

Her heart soared! This was the most romantic gesture Abel had ever made.

Previously, he had always transferred money directly into her account. There were no gifts, no personal touches like this.

"So, are you still mad?" asked Abel.

"You've gone this far, so how could I stay mad?" Hera ran her fingers over the stack of cash, estimating it was probably at least a hundred thousand. To Abel, this amount was nothing. Yet, to Hera, it was a fortune, a windfall she could hardly believe.

Not wanting to draw attention to herself, especially in a hospital m bustling with people, she quickly placed the bag back into the box and shut the lid. "Happy now?" Abel's gaze lingered on her eyes, almost obsessively.

Her eyes reminded him so much of Kassy's.

His Kassy would soon be by his side again.

"Very happy. I'll never be mad at you again," replied Hera.

"Good. And don't talk about leaving anymore. Once I wrap up my current matters, I'll take you traveling. We'll explore how new curren places and enjoy the sights." Abel reached out, gently stroking her cheek with affection. His fingers moved to trace the area around her eyes, his touch deliberate and reverent.

Hera instinctively closed her eyes, letting him continue.

After all this time, she knew Abel's obsession was with her eyes. He always touched them this way, and she had grown used to it.

"Does that sound good?" asked Abel.

Hera briefly remembered what Luca had said earlier. A chill ran down her spine, but she quickly shook it off.

As long as Abel kept giving her money, what was there to complain about? "Sounds good." Hera's voice trembled slightly as she felt the softness of his touch.