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

Chapter 460 Ms. Rayne? What's Wrong, Ms. Rayne?

Luke had always been an elegant gentleman. Once he stepped out of the car, the female employees of the bridal

boutique were looking at him with heart symbols in their eyes.

"Oh my, Mr. Crawford is so handsome! He's much more good-looking than any movie star on TV..." "That elite that I

only see in financial magazines is so imposing! I'm going to faint, boo hoo hoo..." "That woman is so lucky to marry

him. I wish I were her..."

The female employees standing in a row were whispering to each other. Their eyes sparkled as they looked at the

incredibly handsome Luke.

The subject of their discussion stood straight like a soldier. He walked at a steady pace through the entrance of the

bridal boutique while protecting Bianca.

"Mr. Crawford, Ms. Rayne."

The manager of the boutique welcomed them into the store and introduced the latest designs. "We have received a

batch of wedding dresses handmade by the best designers in the world, and there are all types of styles, whether

you want something exquisite, simple, conservative, or bold. I'm sure that we can satisfy all of Ms. Rayne's needs.

What is your favorite style, Ms. Rayne?"

Bianca was being hugged by Luke. She seemed melancholic. "Anything will do."

The manager looked at Bianca with surprise.

The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, and she looked pure and modest.

The manager's discerning eye could see that she was not wearing any makeup on her face. Even so, her tender

skin and curvaceous figure inspired envy.

The young woman did not speak much, but her refreshing demeanor was very eye-catching.

However, the manager expected that any bride-to-be should be ecstatic, not to mention that her husband-to-be

was the famous Luke Crawford.

When news of his imminent wedding got out, many female socialites were heartbroken. She should be happy that

such an outstanding man loved her.

Why did he not feel any joy from her?

He was doubtful, but he did not say anything.

All he was concerned with was doing his job well. He continued introducing the wedding dresses to Bianca. "This is

the hallmark design of our store, Ms. Rayne. It combines both traditional and modern elements, and I think it should

suit you very well. How about giving it a try?"

Bianca's clear gaze looked at Luke.

The man lowered his head, gently pressed his lips together, and planted a kiss on her cherry lips. "Go ahead. I'd like

to see you in a wedding dress." "Mm." Bianca replied, then followed the sales clerks into the fitting room.

Luke sat on an exquisite couch, waiting patiently as he casually flipped through a men's magazine and sipped

coffee.

In the fitting room, the sales clerks were surprised by how good Bianca looked in the wedding dress, but Bianca did

not see their faces.

She felt a complicated mix of emotions: bliss, affection, grief, and agony.

She found it hard to breathe.

One of the sales clerks whose hair was tied in a bun helped Bianca pull the side zipper up while exclaiming, "You're

so beautiful in this dress, Ms.

Rayne. The cutting fits you perfectly. A socialite came to try the dress two days ago, but she doesn't look a tenth as

good as you!"

Bianca's eyes were misted with tears as her heart was assaulted by waves of sorrow. She was beautiful in the

dress, but she could not wear the dress and marry the man she loved.

"Ms. Rayne? What's wrong, Ms. Rayne?"

The other short-haired sales clerk noticed that Bianca’s mood was abnormal. "Are you not feeling well? I can bring

you to the lounge to have a short rest," she said. 1

Bianca shook her head and said nothing.

She harbored a major secret in her heart that concerned Luke's safety. It was like a poisonous arrow aimed at

Luke's heart that could fatally wound him at any time. 1

Bianca buried the secret deep in her heart. She did not want anyone to know so no one could take advantage of

him.

However, she was too weak to do anything about it.

She remembered the woman's threat. When she thought of being forced to separate from Luke, she felt like

someone was tearing her heart into two.

The sales clerk with a bun spoke carefully when she saw that Bianca was frowning. "Are you feeling nervous about

the wedding? It'll be fine. Every woman would feel nervous right before their marriage because they would lose

some of their freedoms. However, if you really like the other party, it won't be an obstacle.

"Furthermore, Mr. Crawford is the Prince Charming of many single women in A City. He is so outstanding, yet he

only loves you. You're so lucky to be able to marry him!" "Yes, I feel so lucky to be able to know him," Bianca said

stiffly, "I must have used up a lot of luck to marry him, and I guess my luck ends here..."

Her voice became softer and softer. The two sales clerks could only see her lips slightly opening and closing.

They did not know what Bianca was talking about. Instead, they looked at each other and thought that Mr.

Crawford's fiancee was acting rather weirdly.

Any other woman would have been overjoyed to be able to marry Mr. Crawford.

Bianca came out of the fitting room, dressed in a pure white wedding dress and wearing light makeup. Her

shoulders were bare, and that had accentuated her charming face and snow-white skin.

She stood there, like a work of art.

Everyone in the boutique held their breaths the moment they saw Bianca.

A hint of surprise flashed past Luke's sculpted face.

His eyes, brimming with love, were transfixed on Bianca.

That was the woman who would be his bride.

Luke saw from the corner of his eye that the male employees of the boutique were staring at Bianca obsessively.

He felt jealous.

He wanted to keep Bianca in his pocket so no other men could see her.

That was what he did.

Luke walked up to Bianca, draped his coat over Bianca's bare shoulders, and hugged her possessively in his

embrace. He kissed the corner of her eye as usual, but he tasted salty and bitter tears...