Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 414 Won't You Spare Me Another Glance?

Who could it be at this late hour?

Despite the secure surroundings, Eva was instantly on high alert.

What if it was someone else?

As these thoughts raced through her mind, the door opened, and a familiar figure appeared before Eva.

With his handsome features and tall stature, his deep eyes immediately met hers.

For a moment upon seeing him, Eva nearly thought she was hallucinating.

"You..."

But she had hardly spoken a word when Adrian rushed in like an arrow, bending over to envelop her in his embrace.

His familiar scent enveloped her instantly.

Eva involuntarily closed her eyes, raising her hands in response.

The moment her hands grazed Adrian's back, he drew her even closer.

Suddenly, Eva caught a faint scent of blood.

She opened her eyes and gently but firmly attempted to pull away, "Let me go."

But the person in front of her seemed not to hear her, Adrian's voice was raw with emotion, "Just let me hold you a little longer."

Whether or not to hold each other wasn't of much significance at the moment. What mattered was that he was injured. Thus, Eva didn't accommodate him. If he wouldn't let go, she would have to exert a bit more strength to struggle free. Her repeated resistance compelled Adrian to release his grip.

Once freed, Eva stepped back and began to look him over from head to toe, her brow furrowing as she did so.

Noticing her expression, Adrian asked softly, "What's wrong?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Eva stepped forward and reached for his collar, attempting to undo the buttons on his shirt.

However, as soon as she touched the first button, her hand was seized by Adrian.

"What's this about?" Adrian asked, his intense gaze softening, voice tinged with concern.

This demeanor only tightened the knit of Eva's brows. "I'm not doing anything but checking where you're injured."

It turned out she only wanted to see his wound, Adrian had thought she wanted to...

"What's with that look? Do you think I was going to do something to you?" Eva said, as she slapped his hand away from hers. "Let go, let me see."

She scolded him in a hushed tone, then moved Adrian's hand aside and went on with unbuttoning his shirt.

Given the strong scent of blood on him, his injury must be severe.

Eva's brows were nearly twisted together in concern.

Unfortunately, her efforts to unbutton Adrian's shirt were in vain. She had only managed to unfasten the second button when her hand was grabbed by Adrian again. Forced to stop, she looked up at him.

Adrian spoke, "It's just a minor wound, no need to take off any clothes."

Eva wasn't convinced. "If it's just a minor wound, why is the smell of blood so strong?"

"Because it's not my blood. It's someone else's."

Eva felt her heart skip a beat upon hearing that it was someone else's blood. "Someone else's?"

Her subtle reaction did not escape Adrian's notice, which prompted him to narrow his eyes slightly and say what came next.

"Concerned? What if I told you that it's Michael's blood?"

Judging by his tone, Eva felt he was joking, yet her heart still sank. Having been away for so long, he must have had an altercation with Michael.

With this in mind, Eva began to examine Adrian's face more closely.

Previously, she had been solely focused on the blood on his body and had not taken a good look at his face, but now she noticed that his face was also injured.

Around the eyes, the corners of the mouth, and the jaw, all showed signs of injury.

If the visible injuries were this serious, what about the ones underneath his clothes?

Thinking this, Eva became anxious. "Where exactly are you hurt? Take off your shirt and let me see."

Adrian watched her silently, his handsome face etched with helplessness. "Didn't I tell you? That's Michael's blood."

Eva's hand tightened around his neck, gripping the collar of his clothing with force, biting her lower lip.

All these actions were keenly observed by Adrian, his gaze becoming obscure and even bitter.

"Are you worried about him?"

"Adrian!" she called out harshly, right as he finished speaking. "What's the point of saying that now? Even if he's injured, I can't fly to him right at this moment. I'm standing in front of you, wanting to see your wound." Adrian paused for a moment.

"Or are you saying that you lied to me, that you're the one who's seriously injured? You're scared to let me know, so you say these things to placate me, is that it?"

After she finished speaking, Adrian fell into a prolonged silence, taking a while before he reached out to grasp her wrist and bowed his head.

"So, did you get placated? Are you worried about him, or are you more worried about me?"

Eva met his gaze for a moment. Unable to tolerate his behavior any longer, she asked, "Why are you being childish?"

Adrian held her hand even tighter. "Is it childish to want to know the true feelings of the woman I love?"

Adrian suddenly became very stubborn. Speaking directly and passionately, he overwhelmed Eva.

Especially when he mentioned the woman he loved.

When had he become so fervent and unrestrained?

"Answer me." Seeing that she remained silent, Adrian didn't let her off the hook, but held her hand and continued to inquire, "Is it so difficult to answer this question?" "No, it's just that..." she hesitated.

"Just that you're worried about him more than me? You want to be by his side?"

His question made Eva frown, looking at Adrian. "Do you really need to ask this?"

"Mhm, I won't let you unbutton my shirt until you answer." Adrian said, protecting his collar as if her answer were some sort of switch.

After watching him for a long while, Eva decided not to indulge him any further.

"Fine, if you don't want me to see, then forget it."

With that, Eva let go and turned away without another glance.

Adrian's expression changed, not expecting her to be so impervious to teasing. Watching her about to leave, he hastily reached out to pull her back. "Don't go."

With her back to him, Eva heard him speak in a low voice, "I'm injured, and you still won't give me another look?"

A trace of grievance laced his voice.

Eva turned her head. "Is it that I don't want to give you another look, or is it you who won't let me?"

Adrian pressed his lips together, "Besides wanting to look at me, you're also worried about someone else."

"So do you actually want me to check you or not?"

He remained silent, merely watching her quietly, an undercurrent of dissatisfaction still apparent in his gaze.

Eva stared back at him for a long while. Had it been any other time, she might have turned on her heels and left, indifferent to his sulking petulance.

But the thought that he had come to rescue her and was now seriously injured because of her softened her heart. As tenderness took over, she approached him and said softly, "Alright, let me see your wound."