Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

Chapter 75 I Want You To Meet My Grandpa And My Mom

"Uh..."

Jean closed the frosted glass bathroom door with the back of his hand to enjoy what was happening with a peace of mind. He looked down and saw Marie's pale and well-proportioned thighs as well as her round and supple toes.

She stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward. Her body pressed against him and they got busy.

"Uh, hurry up..."

Jean pressed the back of Marie's head and thrust forward.

He urged her without a hint of gentleness at all. "Hurry up. Ah... You're a naughty girl, aren't you..."

Bianca got out of the taxi and walked into the neighborhood.

It was a very old neighborhood in A City. Many years ago, her dad bought a house in that neighborhood that had two bedrooms and one living room.

In the house, it was littered with many of Bianca's memories, but most of them were bad ones.

When Bianca walked in, she looked at the old corridor that she had not walked through for more than five years. She remembered how she moved in to live with Marie before she graduated from junior high school.

Dad had told her at that time, "This is your sister. She’s two years older than you. You two should get along well, alright?”

The then naive Bianca smiled and said, "Okay!"

Marie also said, "Don't worry, Dad. I’ll take care of my little sister."

What actually happened was that on the first night they stayed together, her blanket was hogged away in the middle of the night. Before she could ask for the blanket back, her sister whom she had yet to get to know lost her temper and kicked her onto the floor. However, it was debatable whether the sister was asleep or not when she did that.

She knocked her forehead onto the cabinet next to the bed. She bled a little but endured the pain and did not cry.

The next morning, Dad saw her injury and asked her what happened.

The so-called sister suddenly rushed forward kindly, holding her face, and saying with distress, "Bea, how did you hurt your head? Did you get out of bed last night to drink water and didn't know where the lights were? Wake me up next time. I’ll get the water for you.”

Since she was still young, she did not know how to continue after her sister said that. She thought that perhaps her sister did not sleep well and accidentally kicked her out of the bed.

The house belonged to her dad, but the mistress of the house was Jennifer. Therefore, she knew she had to be on her best behavior if she were to stay under her roof.

There was also an instance where the sister secretly smoked and drank in the room at night because it was what the popular girls did.

Even though Jennifer knew that the cigarettes and alcohol belonged to Marie, she slapped Bianca as she cursed at her. "How dare you pick up all these bad habits despite being at this age?! Children from small towns are seriously uneducated! Education! Don't you know any better?! Do you think that it's cool to smoke and drink? I'll discipline those bad habits out of you!"

In order to cover up her daughter's bad behavior, Jennifer slapped her until her face became swollen.

When her dad came back from overseas, she cried and said that she wanted to go back to live with her grandfather. Even though life in the small town was horrible, it was better than all of this.

She finally understood how scary and horrible a stepmother could be...

Bianca took a deep breath and stood at the entrance of the house. When she was about to ring the doorbell, she realized that the doorbell was broken and the door was left ajar.

Could it be that Marie knew she was coming and opened it for her?

Bianca pushed the door open and walked in.

"Uh... You're such a little devil!"

"Co... Co..."

Bianca did not expect to hear the man's rapid breathing that was accompanied by his pleasurable moans as well as dirty talk.

Marie's cutesy voice asked, "Say, who's more beautiful? Me or Bianca? If you don't say it, I won't finish it..."

"You... It's always been you... Hurry up and suck... Don't stop..." Jean's mouth was taken over by his brain that was overcome by desire. He felt as if his body was floating in the air.

"Then why didn't you chase me when you were in the UK but chased her instead? If you say that I'm more beautiful than her... Shouldn't you go after the one who's more beautiful..." Marie asked coquettishly.

Jean was annoyed at that point. He was rushing and wanted to push Marie's head even deeper.

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The only thing left for Jean to do was patiently think through his words. He said, "It's because you're way too beautiful for me. I was afraid that you’re way out of my league, so I didn't go after you... I had no choice but to go after her instead. You're a literal goddess... Way too beautiful for me..." 2

The horrible words did not make Bianca blush or feel angry. On the contrary, she felt calmer and unmoved by it.

Her dad told the doctor that his ID card was in Jennifer's dressing table drawer in their bedroom. Apparently, the drawer was dedicated to storing all their important documents.

Bianca guessed that Marie knew she was coming, so she made sure to increase Jean's appetite in time so that he would say those worthless words to provoke Bianca.

After she found his renewed ID card, she took a better look at it.

Dad lost his ID card twice in the past 40-something years, so he never brought his new ID card with him after that.

Bianca put his ID in her bag and left the bedroom.

Marie knew when Bianca had come in, and she saw Bianca leaving through the frosted glass door. She faked a moan to show that she was having a lot of fun...

Bianca heard the moan and stopped in her tracks.

She turned to look at the two overlapping figures in the bathroom and said with consideration, "I got the ID card. I'll be leaving. Don't worry, I'll close the door for the two of you on my way out."

Slam!

The frosted glass door shook a little because Jean had hit the door with his back.

After that, a strange sound came from the woman's mouth.

Marie frowned and looked at Jean who had suddenly withdrawn. She got angry immediately because she was afraid that Jean was affected by Bianca's presence. If that was the case, her plan to anger Bianca would have failed!

Jean put on his pants immediately. The sound of him trying to fix his belt buckle was heard in the quiet house. He was very flustered and could not fasten his belt properly for quite some time.

Jean pushed the door open and went out, completely ignoring the kneeling and pathetic-looking Marie who had just helped him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Bianca. He said in pain, "Bea..."

Bianca remembered how Marie had cursed her dad to death on the phone. She could not help but glance at Jean who had obviously lost his hard-on. She smiled. "Getting so soft so soon? You're just in your 20s. I'm afraid your wife's future won't be as smooth-sailing..."

"Shut up, b*tch!"

Marie took a bath towel and wrapped it around her body.

"How dare you talk about me like that! Aren't you the same? Acting all pure but you're a freak with other men! I heard that the two of you had an intense time and your ex-boyfriend even heard it from outside! How very interesting that some people can be as shameless as the two of you!”

"At the very least the man in my room that night won't get soft just because there's someone outside the door..." Bianca said.

Jean clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he recalled the moaning noises he heard through the door.

Marie glanced disappointedly at his thing that went soft right when he heard Bianca's voice. She cursed angrily. "Trash!"

After she left the neighborhood, Bianca called for a taxi.

The words that Jean said to Marie to beckon her echoed in her ears.

A man like Jean had feelings that were flimsy and cheap, like flyers on the street. Anyone who wanted it could just get closer and the person would pass them a copy freely.

Bianca leaned tiresomely in the taxi and almost fell asleep.

Luke's phone call woke her up.

She answered it.

"After you get off work, can you join me for dinner back at home? I want you to meet my grandpa, my mom, and my other family members.”