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

Chapter 225 Luke Crawford, That Animal, Had Laid His Hands On Her First!

Xavier sat on the leather driver's seat in the Porsche Cayenne with his eyes closed and brows tightly

furrowed. One of his hands was pressed on his temples, while the other hand held a cigarette which he

occasionally took a drag from.

Marie wanted to go into the car and explain herself, but she did not find the courage to do so.

Xavier's expression was extremely unpleasant at the moment. Now that she had made him angry, she

was going to suffer.

However, if she did not try to comfort or persuade him, she would suffer equally.

Xavier had introduced her to Leia. Leia did not treat her like a human and had even stepped on her

fingers. Even if she left Leia, who else would treat her like a human and take care of her?

Even Marie did not treat herself like a human.

As long as she stood by Leia, perhaps Leia would eventually give her an opportunity to make it big!

After the Porsche Cayenne drove away, Marie hailed a cab, got on, and instructed the driver to follow

the Porsche.

Xavier went back to his bar.

He found a quiet seat next to the window and enjoyed the breeze while appreciating the dark red liquid

in the glass.

Soon, he downed half a bottle of wine.

A waiter came over. "That's not good for your stomach. Boss." The wine had a high alcohol content.

The typical person would not be able to withstand half a bottle of it.

Xavier did not say anything. He waved his hand and dismissed the waiter.

The waiter did not say anything and went away.

Xavier poured himself another glass. He thought that the alcohol would numb his feelings, but he only

felt more lucid after downing half a bottle.

Bianca Rayne!

What a stunning woman!

Xavier could not forget that graceful body that was standing at the bus stop. As his thoughts wandered,

the alcohol brought him back to the memories five years ago.

That was before he went to prison.

His childhood friend, who had asked him for a favor, invited him for a drink. That friend told him that he

had obtained a virgin from a middleman, and he could do whatever he wanted to her.

Xavier was not interested in transactions like those.

However, he did not mind taking a look.

The nightclub was dimly lit. Xavier sat on the couch, as dignified as a buyer could be, looking at the frail

body appear in his field of view.

Bianca was enveloped by an aura of soft light.

Her head was lowered, and she was too embarrassed to look at anyone eye to eye.

Xavier remembered that in his experience of making out with countless women, Bianca was the

youngest, most tender woman he had ever seen, as though she would bruise if he pinched her a little

too hard.

She was wearing a white dress and a plain pair of canvas sneakers. She looked cheap from head to

toe.

Xavier admitted that he could not bear to lay a finger on that young woman with a delicate face and a

timid character.

He might have been as experienced as an ancient emperor with a harem, but he could not bear to

bring any harm to that girl who stood in front of him.

Eighteen-year-old Bianca Rayne was like an unripe peach. She had the preliminary curves of a mature

woman, but she would have been tasteless and astringent instead of sweet and juicy.

"Do you know how to serve a man?" Xavier asked.

"N... No... but... I can learn..." She stammered while keeping her head down.

Xavier could tell that it took her a lot of courage to speak those words. She was even biting her tongue

after her reply. Her brows were tightly furrowed in pain.

Xavier fantasized about how she would be when she was more mature.

Not wishing to corrupt her, he held his urges back, nor did he allow her to serve any other man.

Instead, he talked to the middleman that night and asked him for her price.

He did not wish for her to be ravaged by someone else who could afford her.

The negotiations were complete. All that was left was the money to exchange hands the next day.

Unfortunately, he met with an obstacle.

The middleman called him and said that another party had completed the transaction. That person

would provide all financial and medical resources to that girl's family.

"Who's that buyer?" Xavier’s voice was trembling as he asked that question.

'It was the other party's assistant who completed the deal. The assistant said that his employer is a

man in his fifties, and he desires a woman to bear children for him," the middleman answered truthfully.

After the call ended, Xavier was overcome by anger and threw his phone on the ground.

He detested the fifty-something-year-old man who had set his eyes on a young woman.

That matter had bothered him over those years.

Five years later, after he was freed from prison, he saw a familiar face in Crawford Manor...

She was Bianca Rayne, the young woman from five years ago...

She was no longer dressed in that cheap, pilling white dress or that very worn and heavily-scrubbed

pair of canvas shoes. She looked exactly how a mature woman should be.

She had grown into a ripe, sweet, and juicy peach.

Xavier felt as though someone had snatched something important from him.

Luke Crawford, that animal, had snatched the young woman that Xavier dared not touch!

He was used to playing dirty anyway, and so he did everything so that he could be married to Bianca.

He wanted to get back at Luke.

Five years ago, he might have been reluctant to lay a finger on a callow young woman, but he had to

admit that five years later, he had been irredeemably caught up in this game of revenge.

He could not tell if that ripe peach was too alluring five years later, or if he still missed that unripe and

astringent peach from five years ago. In any case, Bianca Rayne was Bianca Rayne and not a peach

from a grocery store.

Humans were creatures with souls.

It was fun to toy with one, but it was extraordinarily difficult to claim one.

Marie stood some distance away from Xavier, watching him drink glass after glass. She dared not stop

him.

When she could see that Xavier was drunk, she stepped up and helped him walk, trying to gain his

favor.

"Be careful. Do you want to rest upstairs?" "Who... who are you?" Xavier looked at the woman who was

supporting him. Through his intoxication, all he could see was Bianca Rayne.

Bianca was cold and distant.

Marie helped him up the stairs.

Xavier teetered as he walked. He did not sway too much, and he placed the weight of his body on the

banister instead of on the woman next to him.

After they went into the room, before going to the bed, Xavier pinned Marie on the blood-red couch

next to the door.

The man on top of her had never been so gentle. He kissed every inch of her body while panting, every

breath carrying the hint of passion...