Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle

"What made you think that?" Gordan asked bluntly.

He cared about Vivian?

Unless Vivian turned into an absolute beauty one day, he would never care about her.

She was just an ugly woman. He was waiting for her at the neighborhood gate only because of the years they had known each other, nothing more.

"Really? Are you sure?" Gale raised an eyebrow, not easily fooled by his words. "I'm telling you, women are soft-hearted. If she finds out you're injured, she'll feel sorry for you. By then, won't it be easy for you guys to get back together or whatever it is that you want?"

"Who told you I want to get back together with her?" Gordan frowned, almost wanting to throw the lemon in his hand.

"Tsk, it seems that pretending not to care isn't just a woman's trait. Men are the same."

"Gale..." warned Gordan.

Gale shook his head and asked, "Are you going to deny that the woman you mentioned while drinking alone that day wasn't Vivian?"

Gordan was stunned for a moment as he recalled what happened that day.

He was drunk but still rational. He should not have mentioned Vivian.

"You're thinking about it, which means I'm right," added Gale with a knowing expression on his face.

"Even though you didn't say it that day, you were acting like someone who got dumped. Gordan, you might fool others, but you can't fool me or Rain," said Gale. He remembered what Rain had said after their barbecue that day.

Gordan probably cared about Vivian. His behavior was too unusual.

He could have any woman he wanted, but ever since divorcing Vivian, he had not had a single woman around him. He had become uninterested in them.

For a man to change like this, it was either he had developed a fear of women or he still had feelings for one woman.

Take Luke, for example. He had Luca in his heart. Thus, no matter how much other women tried to flirt or dress seductively around him, they could not catch his interest at all.

Gale believed Rain was right. They both thought Gordan had not gotten over Vivian.

Gordan's constant denial was just him being oblivious or unwilling to face it.

Gale was thrilled because he had uncovered a secret Gordan refused to acknowledge. To him, Gordan's strong denial was just a sign of how hard he was avoiding the truth. It was astonishing to see such a capable man be so clueless about his feelings.

Gordan could not be bothered to respond and simply closed his eyes.

"Come on. Let's talk," said Gale.

"I'm injured. I need to rest," Gordan replied in a cold voice. His tone was indifferent, but only he knew how chaotic his thoughts were at that moment.

"So, you're really not planning to tell Vivian?" Gale thought this was a perfect opportunity for them to patch things up.

Vivian loved Gordan so much even though he had hurt her deeply. She was not the type to stop loving someone just like that. If Gordan seized the opportunity, it might actually work.

In that case, was not getting back together just a matter of time?

Gordan would not need to drown his sorrows in alcohol anymore.

"No thanks," Gordan replied firmly.

Gale rubbed his nose and glanced at the monitoring equipment beside them. He exclaimed, "Huh?"

Just as Gordan thought Gale was about to persuade him again, he heard him say, "Gordan, your heart rate is really high. What are you nervous about?"

"Get lost!" Gordan did not open his eyes and threw the lemon from beside his pillow at Gale.

Even though his eyes were closed, he aimed toward the sound, and the lemon flew straight at Gale.

Gale was not the type to let himself get hit. He caught the lemon mid-air and said, "What a waste. If this lemon gets ruined, I'm not buying you another one." Gordan ignored him.

Gale stopped talking and placed the lemon back beside Gordan's pillow. Noticing that the air in the ward had cleared, he closed the window and sat down. He pulled out his phone and saw the time. He quickly opened the livestream.

Gale looked at Gordan, who was on the hospital bed, and asked, "The court livestream has started. Do you want to watch?"

They were all worried about Gordan this morning, so none of them had watched the court livestream. Later they found out that the verdict had not been reached yet and that the trial would continue in the afternoon. They planned to watch it live then.

After all, they had a stake in it and needed to see it through.

"Cast it to the TV," replied Gordan. His wound was aching, and he could not sleep. Even though he was lying flat, he could still see the TV in the hospital ward. He wanted to watch it too. "Alright," replied Gale as he cast the image on the phone to the TV.

The court's live proceedings appeared on the TV.

Gordan and Gale watched together.

Meanwhile, Luke was handling work at T Corporation while listening to the court session. Multitasking was no challenge for him.

Many people were following the case, including Sarah.

Knowing that Matysh's case was being heard today, she had been glued to the TV since early morning.

Having been in hiding for over 20

years, she was not familiar with modern technology. Fortunately, the maid helped her cast the livestream to the TV. Otherwise, Sarah would not have been able to watch it.

The maid brought a plate of fruit to the coffee table. As it was not time to cook yet, she sat next to Sarah to watch the livestream with her.

The actual trial had not started yet, and the camera was focused on Matysh.

The maid said, "This foreigner deserves the death penalty. He's done so many bad things. If he's this brazen in A City, imagine how much worse he is in his own country."

Sarah nodded. When the camera focused on Matysh, she could not help but clench her fists.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

What she once felt for Matysh was fear. Now, after so many years, it was mostly anger.

She agreed with the maid. How she wished Matysh could be sentenced to death immediately!

However, being well-educated, Sarah knew that Matysh's crimes in A City would not warrant the death penalty. It was likely only a few years in prison, maybe ten at most. Seeing no response from Sarah, the maid continued, "They say a person's face reflects their heart. This man looks like trouble."

Sarah looked at her curiously, "You can tell?"

"Yeah, I can tell that this guy is a total pervert. Look at him. He's been locked up for a while, so his routine should be pretty regular by now. But he still has dark circles under his eyes. Aren't Russians supposed to have fair skin?

"They usually don't get dark circles this bad, right? His dark circles are intense, and he's got this crazy look in his eyes. It's like he's about to kill someone. It's seriously creepy." As the maid spoke, goosebumps rose on her arms.