Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 395 Are You Going to Have Someone Track Me Down?

Michael finally broke the silence, addressing Eva's pointed words.

"Eva, given that we're living together, it's inevitable that we'll cross paths," he said with a calm that belied the tension between them.

"Is that supposed to justify your actions? We still have a chance to reset, to at least remain friends. Why let it deteriorate to the point of no return?" Eva's voice was a mix of exasperation and plea. Michael closed the gap between them, his hand on her shoulder firm, yet not forceful. "Eva, I will never willingly let go of you."

Before she could react, he lifted her with an ease that spoke of his resolve and strode toward the bedroom.

Eva's heart pounded with a mix of fear and anger. She writhed against his hold, but it was like trying to escape the tide - inevitable and fruitless.

Powerless, she watched the room approach, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

As they neared the bed, Eva's voice sharpened with a clear warning. "What are you thinking? Michael, I mean it - if you overstep, I will fight back with everything I have."

Michael paused, his steps halting as if her words had erected a barrier. He looked at her, a hint of pain in his eyes. "Eva, am I that kind of man to you? Do you truly believe I would force myself on you?" "Can I be sure?" Eva countered, seizing the moment to break away as he loosened his grip. Her coat slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor, a soft but significant thud in the quiet room.

Michael's gaze followed the coat to the ground, and he stooped to pick it up, his movements slow, almost reluctant.

"If it's against your will, I won't pursue it," he said gently, standing back up with the coat in his hands.

"Really? Then let me and my children leave," Eva demanded, her voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of desperation.

"Except for this, I can agree to anything else. Get some rest. Good night," Michael replied, his voice a quiet echo in the room as he turned and left.

The door closed with a soft click, and Eva was left alone, her breathing still erratic from the confrontation.

If he had truly intended to harm her, would she have been able to defend herself? And when would she be free to leave this place?

Rest was out of the question. Eva got up and began to pace the room. Situated on the second floor, the windows and balcony were secured with burglar-proof glass, a clear message that escape was impossible.

She had to check on Ruby and Dylan. Their room was a mirror image of her own, a testament to Michael's meticulous planning.

The realization sent a chill down her spine. Had Michael orchestrated this entire situation long before now?

The thought was unsettling.

"Mummy?" The voices of her children interrupted her spiraling thoughts.

Eva shook off her fear and put on a brave face. "You two need to sleep. I have something to take care of, so I'll be stepping out. Dylan, you're the man of the room now, okay?"

The tense atmosphere had subdued the children, and they nodded, their usual energy dampened by the gravity of the situation.

Eva left the room and made her way downstairs. She needed to understand the layout of the house, to see what areas were still accessible. Michael was probably dealing with David, and although she didn't know what David would face, she had to believe he was ready for any consequences.

Her feelings for David were complex. At first, she had seen him as an accomplice to Michael's misdeeds, but now, she wondered if he was an unwilling participant, coerced into his role as Michael's right-hand man.

As she descended the stairs, Steven appeared. "Ms. Hansen, can I get you anything? Are you looking for a late-night snack?"

Eva dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "I'm not hungry," she said, her tone dismissive.

Steven looked puzzled, clearly not understanding her motives. "Then what brings you down here?"

"I couldn't sleep and wanted to stretch my legs," Eva replied, her voice betraying a hint of her inner turmoil.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Steven offered, ever the dutiful servant.

"No, thank you. I prefer solitude," Eva responded, her voice firm.

Steven hesitated, then spoke up cautiously. "It's quite dark outside, and some areas aren't well-lit."

Eva's response was icy. "Are you insinuating that I can't replace my way around?"

Quick to remedy his misstep, Steven retrieved a flashlight from a nearby cabinet. "Please take this. It'll help you see in the darker areas."

Eva accepted the flashlight, her expression unreadable. "You're not going to have someone follow me, right?"

Steven's smile was reassuring. "You have my word, Ms. Hansen. You can walk freely. I won't have anyone track you."

Eva understood the implication of his words: she could walk wherever she wished within the villa's confines, but ultimately, she was still a prisoner within these walls. Nevertheless, she took the flashlight, determined to replace a way out. After Eva left, Steven made a phone call.

"Mr. Cooper, Ms. Hansen has decided to take a walk. I've given her a flashlight. Is that okay?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Then a voice replied, "Let her go. She'll come back."

"Understood, Mr. Cooper."

True to their words, Eva returned after about an hour, her clothes bearing the marks of her futile attempt to replace an escape route.

Steven greeted her with a smile that seemed to mock her efforts. "Ms. Hansen, welcome back. Was your walk refreshing? Or perhaps you've worked up an appetite now?"

His tone was polite, but the implication was clear: her attempt to escape had been nothing more than a wasted effort.

Eva smiled thinly at Steven and then went upstairs, her mind already racing with plans for her next move.