Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 394 A Reluctant Heart-to-Heart

Eva had been waiting for Michael, but as time ticked by, his absence began to feel increasingly odd. He had been the one to bring her here, and now he was nowhere to be found. What could he possibly have to deal with that would keep him away for so long? Even the butler seemed to be hiding something, his expressions betraying him. What on earth had happened?

Determined to get some answers, Eva decided to step out. She couldn't just sit and wait for her fate to unfold. After making sure the two little ones were okay together, she stood up to go out. To her surprise, just as she stepped out, she ran into Michael, who was coming toward her. He had changed his clothes and taken off his glasses.

Upon seeing Eva, Michael's face, usually devoid of expression, lit up with a smile.

"Eva," he greeted her, his voice warm.

Eva took in his changed appearance and asked, "Where did you go?"

"I stepped out to take care of something," Michael replied, his tone nonchalant.

"Did you have to change clothes for that?" Eva inquired, her curiosity piqued.

Michael hesitated for a moment, then offered a gentle smile. "I see you noticed. I didn't think you paid that much attention to what I wear. I'm happy."

Eva was taken aback by his deflection but didn't let it deter her. "Are you free now? I have something to tell you."

Michael's astonishment was evident. "You want to talk to me? Of course, I'm free. I'm always free for you."

Eva's voice was cold. "Then let's replace a quiet place to talk."

"Where do you want to go?" Michael asked, ready to follow her lead.

"This is your home," Eva reminded him.

"Let's go downstairs and talk over a meal," he suggested.

"I'm not hungry," Eva said, scanning the area. She noticed an open-air balcony nearby. "Let's talk there."

"Sure, wherever you prefer," Michael agreed, nodding. As they walked toward the balcony, Michael took off his coat and placed it over Eva's shoulders. "It's cooler outside. Wear this."

Eva initially wanted to shrug off the coat, but thinking about the conversation ahead and the trials he had endured as a teenager, she decided to keep it on.

They arrived at the balcony, enveloped by the darkness of the night. The villa, nestled in the mountains, was shrouded in silence, with only the scent of grass and earth in the air.

"I already know everything about your situation," Eva began, her voice steady.

Michael looked puzzled. "What situation?"

"Your mother's situation," Eva clarified, cutting straight to the heart.

Michael's smile faded, and his face stiffened slightly. "After returning to America, you never mentioned the past. It wasn't appropriate to ask, and you've kept your experiences to yourself all these years."

Michael stopped looking at her, his gaze drifting off into the distance. His face remained unreadable, but Eva could feel a change in his demeanor, a sudden chill in the air.

"Eva, not everyone deserves to know my story," he said quietly.

"Not even your close friends?" she pressed.

"Close friends?" Michael's voice took on a bitter edge. "Are you referring to those who tried to steal my woman?"

Eva's frown deepened, but before she could respond, Michael stepped closer. His breath was cool against her face as he spoke, "Eva, I didn't want to tell you, but I didn't expect you to replace out on your own. Did David tell you?"

Eva felt a coldness emanating from him, a detachment that seemed to put an invisible barrier between them. "I wanted to know about it. It has nothing to do with him," she insisted.

Michael's gaze softened as he looked at her. "Eva, no matter what, you will always be the kind one."

In his youth, he didn't care about the gossip and rumors. When those girls were gossiping, Eva could have ignored it, walked away, but instead, she stood up for him, defended him. How could he let go of a woman like that? She was like the sun, and he was the demon in the dark. Who in the dark doesn't yearn for the light?

"This has nothing to do with kindness," Eva countered. "I asked him myself, and now you're holding it against me. What else could he do?"

"Hmm," Michael nodded, as if conceding the point. "If you put it that way, it is indeed a good explanation."

Despite his words, Eva felt that he didn't really care about her explanation. She shouldn't be thinking about that now; she would deal with it later. Right now, his heart was the problem.

"During that time..." Eva began, biting her lip. "If you need it, we can all be there for you as friends. Even though it has been many years, but..."

"Eva," Michael suddenly interrupted, his usually calm demeanor slipping. "That matter is in the past. Let's not bring it up again, okay? When you're with me, I won't let anything come between us, and I won't treat you like my father treated my mother. I will be a good husband and a good father."

He had no intention of discussing the matter further.

It seemed his heart was truly closed off.

"Michael, I believe you will be a good husband and a good father, but you shouldn't waste all your time and energy on me. I can't give you what you want. Do you understand?"

"The wind is strong outside, and it's getting late. Steven told me you haven't eaten yet. Why don't you go downstairs and have something to eat?"

"No matter how you restrict me, my heart will never be with you. Didn't I make that clear?"

"It seems like you're really not hungry today. In that case, I'll have Steven bring some desserts to your room later. You can have a little to fill your stomach and then rest." He really doesn't listen.

No, he should have listened, but he refused to communicate with her.

The two of them talked about their own things without interfering with each other.

This made Eva feel exhausted.

She simply stood still, closed her eyes in resignation, and said, "If you refuse to communicate with me, I won't see you again."