Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 448 Have him call me

Jacob nodded, "Got it. I'll keep the team alert. And you, Ms. Hansen...?"

"I'll be staying here for the time being. As for what's next, I'll replace a way to reach out to you."

There wasn't much left for Jacob to wonder; she clearly wasn't planning to leave with them.

"Ms. Hansen, are you trapped or...?"

Trapped?

Eva glanced outside, contemplating how David had just left her, not bothering to see if she would try to escape.

Clearly, there was no plan to hold her captive.

Her own concern for Adrian Blackwood had been the real snare all along.

From the moment she booked her flight, she was trapped here.

"I'm not being held by anyone. I'm quite free, but you know why we came here. Take your people and leave today. Rest, and search for clues." There was a lengthy silence from the other end before the acknowledgment came.

"Ms. Hansen, I'll do as you've instructed. Don't worry."

Beep-beep- The call ended, and Eva placed the phone on the washbasin, bent over to splash water on her face, then shut off the faucet in the bathroom. She then turned to leave and look for David.

Expecting to replace him holed up in some room of the villa, she was surprised to see him standing at the foot of the staircase, his posture rigid as if on guard.

His back was to her, concealing his expression from view, but Eva noticed his silhouette appeared much leaner than before.

Despite his current cold demeanor towards her, she remembered the hefty price he had paid to save her life. Eva might not have known what had transpired to cause such a drastic change in David's demeanor, but she had no doubts about his character, especially after he had been injured and still chose to help her.

Something must have happened that she was unaware of, leading to this shift.

With this thought, Eva approached deliberately and was about to speak when David, who had been standing still, turned around to face her.

He looked at her expressionlessly and asked, "Where does Ms. Hansen think she's going?"

"Nowhere in particular," Eva approached, keeping a safe distance, and spoke in an even tone. "I was just coming to ask if we could leave tonight?"

"Ms. Hansen, we are scheduled to depart tomorrow. No matter how you ask, that won't change."

"Can I speak with him, then?" she inquired.

"No," came the flat reply.

Silence hung in the air after the curt exchange. It was clear that there would be no departure tonight. A bit defeated, Eva pressed her lips together and headed back to her room.

Her mind was full of concern for Adrian Blackwood, and given David's rigid stance, combined with the radio silence from Michael Cooper, it seemed there was little hope for any movement that evening. Resigned to this, she let out a sigh and lay on the bed.

Her rest had been sporadic over the past few days, her body and eyes weary. Despite the fatigue, the image of a photograph she had seen earlier clouded her thoughts. The man in the photo was seriously injured. What had happened to him? Was he okay now? Was he in the care of medical staff?

Eva's only certainty about Michael Cooper was that Adrian Blackwood's life was not at risk. But as for whether the injuries might leave permanent scars or lingering effects, she was pretty sure those considerations were not on Michael Cooper's radar.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, tossing and turning in bed.

Eventually, unable to sleep, she got up and made her way to the kitchen downstairs. As she opened the fridge and rummaged inside, David followed and offered, "If Ms. Hansen needs something, just let me know." Ignoring him, Eva searched until she finally grabbed two cold beers and turned to head upstairs.

An icy voice in David's earpiece immediately commanded, "Don't let her have the alcohol."

Yes, it was Michael Cooper's voice. He'd been monitoring the situation ever since Eva and David first crossed paths, his stance towards Eva blatant and chilly.

Upon hearing the authoritative command from Michael Cooper, David sprang into action, hastening his pace to catch up with Eva Hansen.

"Ms. Hansen," he called out.

Eva stopped, her expression unreadable as she turned to face him.

"You shouldn't have this drink," David extended his hand towards her, "Give it to me."

Eva glanced at the two bottles of beer in her own hands, a slight smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. "What, am I not even free to choose what I want now?"

David didn't reply, his silence an implicit agreement.

Eva chuckled softly at his demeanor but didn't hand over the beer. Instead, she continued upstairs, beers in tow.

David's face darkened.

"Ms. Hansen," he called again.

Eva could hear David following her and her lips quirked up slightly; surely, David wasn't going to micromanage her down to not enjoying a couple of cold beers-unless of course, it was Michael Cooper pulling the strings. It seemed her every move was indeed being watched.

Was she really going to be denied a simple pleasure like two cold beers?

"Tell Michael Cooper to call me," she said firmly before turning and ascending the stairway.

Watching her silhouette vanish from sight, David spoke up, "Mr. Cooper, my apologies, Ms. Hansen, she..."

The voice on the other end cut off abruptly.

David hesitated for a moment, realizing that Cooper had ended the call to phone Ms. Hansen directly. Relieved of the momentary privacy, he let out a sigh but dared not do more; surveillance cameras were ubiquitous in the house. Eva entered her room and closed the door just as the tab of her beer can cracked open. Her phone started ringing.

She glanced at it, surmising who it might be, but instead of answering, she set the phone on the table and slowly brought the beer to her lips for a sip.

The chilled drink was refreshingly cool, dissipating some of the irritability stewing inside her. She took several gulps, ignored the first call, but after she was halfway through her bottle, the phone rang again. This time she answered. The moment she did, Michael Cooper's deep voice inquired, "Why are you drinking so much?"

Amused by the frustration in his tone, Eva retorted, "Since when is my drinking any of your concern? You imprison me, and now you dictate what I eat and drink?"

There was a pause on the other end before he responded, "Eva, your period is about to start, what are you going to do if you drink chilled alcohol now?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected concern, Eva was momentarily speechless.

She glanced at the calendar and realized her period was indeed around the corner, but she had been so swamped with everything that it had completely slipped her mind. Even if she had remembered, she probably would've still had a drink.

Her mood was just too sour.

With that thought, Eva said, "Whether I'm on my period is none of your business."